The darkest hellish region,
On our own holy land,
That was separated
Only for that unique language,
And we are helpless
And very much aggrieved.
The language, the only hope,
That can recover our
Lost identity and take us
On the path of progress.
And without our language
We are almost dead here.
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Nature- the creator,And we, the creatures hereKnow not how to live proper.Year after year we wanderAnd wonder in air in water.We are the ambassadorsThe earth, embassy – all fallacy.With earth’s atmosphereNature our guidebookAnd we make it useful for future.About our ability and characterWe refer we are so smaller but clear.
Like a baby bird
My mother to return,And feed me.Like a small calfI am waiting anxiouslyThe time of milking.Like a morose wifeI long for the return ofMy master, my husband,Who can satisfy meIn all respects.I always yearn forThe use of my languageEverywhere on my land.I simply seekYour friendship asYou are all pious and devotedAnd enlightened.Let my mind,My consciousness andEverything…
Life –
Just enjoy life.It is all perfectIn friendliness.Keep not any doorTightly fastened.Starlight aheadJust proceed forward.Find so many coloursOn this earth itself.Life –The great product ofThis very earth.
Where do I stand
But I am sureFaith is there with meAnd I am what I amAnd I conform to timeNever like arbitrary typeBut systematic flow ofNectar-hive with noHypocrisy no secrecy.And I stand with confidenceWith full sense and sequence.
Sunya prema nuhan
Kintu batigharaSamasta samprukta bishayare.Aasirbaad, dayalu aakhiChirantana spandana.Biswas aau hridayaSada aanandita.This is a translation of the poemJay JagannathbyGajanan Mishra
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ଏକ ଯାଦୁ ।କିନ୍ତୁ, ମୁଁ ନୁହେଁଯାଦୁକର ।ବୁଝିଛିଭଲଭାବରେ ଯୁଦ୍ଧ ।ତେଣୁ କହୁଛିଶାନ୍ତି କଥା ।ଯେମିତି ଯୋଉ ସ୍ଵରରେକହିବା କଥା ଯଦିଓହେଉ ନି ପ୍ରକାଶ କରି ସେମିତି ।