You want – not true.
I am writing
As I wish on my way,
At present if any of you
Dislike – no matter,
I am not worry.
I know no one is free,
Free from illusion.
I know each one has
His own loopholes.
But I am not focusing
That point be sure.
I am trying always to
Gain effective control
Of words and thoughts.
While writing I am
Not leaving any one alone.
In reality, each one is to win.
AndMy poetryIn life –Not the same.Yet, I goWith bothFromThe very morningTo the late night.I seeEasy declining,I feel alsoEasy rising.Come on with me,Dear men,And releaseYour pressure.Let me measureYour growthHere on this earth,Full of poetry.Write your ownAnd enjoy life.
Within and yetTrying to openCommunications.Each one has hisOwn stories andYet with face valuesTrying to move forwardWith new impressions.
Lost in self.
From this land.Or else you will be killed,As you are the enemy ofThe motherland, mother languageAnd the mother.
‘ଲୋକଙ୍କ ପାପଶୁଦ୍ଧି ଅର୍ଥେଭ୍ରମଣ କରନ୍ତି ଜଗତେ’ମଣିଷପଣ ବୃଦ୍ଧି ଅର୍ଥେଲେଖନ୍ତି କବିତା କବିଏ!ଥାଆନ୍ତି କବିଏକବି କିଏ ଆଉକଣ ନୁହଁ ଯେ!ହୃଦୟ ଦିଆନିଆ – କବିତା,ନିସର୍ତ୍ତ ସମର୍ପଣ – କବିତା,ମାଟି ଆକାଶର ସଂଯୋଗ – କବିତା,ଶବ୍ଦର ସୁଗନ୍ଧିରେ ଦିବ୍ୟଭାବଉତାରିବା – କବିତା,କବିତା ହୁଏ ଉଭାଯୋଉଠି ବିଶ୍ୱହେତୁଭୂତ ଆତ୍ମା।କବିଏ ଶୁଦ୍ଧକବିଏ ସିଦ୍ଧକବିଙ୍କ ସଙ୍ଗତସବୁଠୁ ବଡ ହିତ।ଅଛନ୍ତି କବିଏନାହିଁ ମୃତ୍ୟୁ ଭୟେ।ପ୍ରେମ ସତ୍ୟ ନ୍ୟାୟେମନ ବିଚଳିତ ନୋହେ।ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ,ବଲାଙ୍ଗୀର20/08/2020
Let me take bath,Let me purify myself,Let me continue my journey,Beyond and withinThe jurisdictionsThat belong to you.Let me satisfy you,But how, let me know.Here, see,The condition is chaotic.But I am observing for good,I am here for you.
