It also starts floating,
for it is the go of the world-
The one that would rule
over the other
must have the number
to outnumber.
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କେତେ ମୁହଁ, ପେଟ ଶୁଖିଯାଏ,ଭାତ ହାଣ୍ଡି କଳାହାଣ୍ଡି ହୁଏ ।।ଅହରହ ହସ ଖୁସୀବୋହି ପଡୁଥିବା-ନାଚି ନାଚି,କୁଳୁ କୁଳୁ ଗୀତ ଗାଇଝରି ଯାଉଥିବାଚଗଲି ଝିଅ ଟାପକ୍ଷାଘାତ ଭୋଗେ,ଅକାଳ ରେମଲା ଶବ ପରିପଡିରହେ ।।
A kid asks for more-
A paradise turns into Hell.
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I hear a knocksoft, yet prevailinga little away,at this hour of the dawnwhen the Sunis yet to riseand greet the worldin and aroundwith its radiant orangeshine with a smile,and inspiring the travelerlike meto walk an extra mile.I hear froma not so far distancesomeone whispersso erotic inthe ears of the budsto open their eyeswith a smiletowards…
That evening
from the distant light poston my lonely verandaI saw a few antsengaged in the act perennialand the oldest gamethe game of predation.The ants were smallyet outnumberingthe scorpionmighty,black,gigantic,age old,might have preyed othersmyriad timesother insects withfruitless prayersto escape fromhis deadly stingsandand yes,peacefully digested over.But this timealas!the scorpionA Henzur Rupertwas defeated,His legs werenow carried,its sting was stung.Oh! It’s…
Have you ever
Of the weary?Have you everStilled the tearOf the fearful,The timid, little kid?Have you everBound a stick of supportTo a broken twigOf a plant in theNeighbour’s yard?But I have-For I am a friend.A rea time friendAnd a neighbour to allBorn on this planet.
Motherhood-
It is an art of listening togetherThe sweetest cry of a baby,The habit of lovingThe toothless tender suckingChanging gradually into a byte.The weathering of bachelorhoodInto a selfless season of wear and tearThe spontaneous jump of two lust bathed soulsInto a red hot pyre of dedicated churnFor the elixir of parenthood.