Believe me,
Just believe,
Said he.
...
Mother a skeleton
With Malnutrition as poor child
Sucking the breast of Poverty.
...
Your smiles, sweet smiles
Make me see you
With pain
In my heart.
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When I see the flowers,
I feel it ashamed to call myself a poet
As flowers are more beautiful than my poems,
More and more colourful,
...
A house when it is with
Is a house,
When not,
Is not a house.
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Jayanta Mahapatra
The poet taking of the lingam-yoni motif,
The myth and mystery of creation,
The yoga-yoginis
...
Sardarji,
How to forget you and your lively gossips,
Your conversations and talks
Witty, satiric and ironical,
...
I saw the girl and fell in love
As such had been she
My love.
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A dream girl want I
To see the dreams of life together with,
Dream girl, dream girl,
A portrait of an artist,
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