Of my youthful Ocean
Made me a ship-
Changing the flags of time.
Once in life
Again
The ship started
Swelling its sails
As today
The wind blows
From
The most favoured direction.
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Dry leaves drift off ant-hill
Love to shower burning hearts
You are
Of my tears,The living lettersOf my blood.You areThe blue alphabetsOf the paper boat,That floats onThe fluids of passion,The wave of fusionOr our carnal desire,On the ocean of time,Under the yellow skyOf our separation.
ଯେତେ ଯେତେ ଥର ମୋର
ତମ ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତାପ ରେ-ମୋ ସର୍ବାଙ୍ଗ ଭିଜିଯାଏତୁମ ନଜର ନିଆଁ ରେଜଳେ ମୁଁ ତ, ମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ଜୂଇ ରେ ।।
The Kilo-class ruled over villages,
Where Dogs and ATM cardsHad no meaning at all.Liquor and Mutton playedThe Piano of their future,A few coins monitored theMouse of their fortuneTill the next term of the election.The Patriotism and NationalityNarrowed down to mere SlogansSlogans of sycophancy,The words taught to themAt the peak hours of their addiction.The monkeysHad their own apes,Called Personal Apes, P.A.Trained…
You are my teacher, Oh great Ocean
To return again and again with waves of love.
ତୁମକୁଖୋଜୁଛି
ଖାଲି ଖାଲିଯେତେ କଂଟାର ଗାଲିଚା ରେ,ତୁମକୁ ମୁଁ କିନ୍ତୁହଜାଇ ଆସିଛିଜୀଇଁବା ର ଆଶା ଉଙ୍କିବା ର ପଥ ଧାରେ…