Biography of Deb Panda
I am DEBADARSHI PANDA, born in a remote, rural village of KEONJHAR, ODISHA.
I had my primary education in my village school, secondary in a nearby school of my village.
My secondary school, teachers played a significant part in the evolution of poetry so as my early life. All my teachers are the constant source of inspiration for me in all my pursuit, especially teachers of LITERATURE, MATHEMATICS.
I do believe it is the eternal truth; the thoughts wear the dress through a sensitive heart only for the endless blessings of my great teachers till today I met.
I feel amazed at any piece writing I complete, that how could I write. It may be intangible, yet vividly in my thought I only pray them. At every step I felt their blessings guiding me. I must offer my prayer to them, heartiest bowing…
The words spell a magic when the true intense beats match your heart. Words leave an indelible impression, lifeline for the tumultuous life. I ventured into this land in my thoughts long before they were materialized, there beauty felt in words. They are the pivotal stature in my journey, to let the thoughts fly above the clouds as eagle. They surely rekindle the spirit of humanity; profess the ideal to through light on the path to lead. The nature has always inspired so as the circumstances, dearth of idealism, to write and evolve, to percolate the message of this blissful creation, of the greatest teacher for learning. The more I have tried to unleash; more I have been enshrouded, every time many things have left. I firmly believe that’s life; the next one is always the best one, brimmed with optimism, endless possibilities. It is all what life has taught till today…
Deb Panda's Works:
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Deb Panda Poems
Oh Muse! Come With The Shower Of Bliss
Oh Muse! When this heart is heavy restless journey halts, In fiery spring sun, to darkness-
Oh’Muse! You appear at this cross- Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp Lighted- in my evening prayer,
If You Forget The Caged Bird-
If you forget the dreary morning sun- In its childish yearn to welcome, After the bright evening full moon disappeared Into darkness of night, betraying his innocence!
Smiling; Thunders Of Grace Lasting With...
Oh Muse! You came down with thunders of grace, Smiling- raising voice of the lagged soul- Stifled; illness that no more dare venture
She asked to a puzzled cloud, To foresee where it would fall - After wandering miles and miles - And hence, weary for another trail.
Two Odes Not Married
Let not be taken, twice the plentitude merry; Yet; little is, that worth not strove to loves worth Fall to beating the bushy lane, amass worry- Mess up, sullen hour and tears frozen, to path
A Summer Afternoon Rain
Oh’ Muse! High from the highest ranges! Your smile hails with respite- Stealing this fervent memories weary band-
When We Shall Meet Again-
We shall again, raise to the childish Sun- In adorned courtyard of yesteryear With fading memoirs of all tears, We shall meet-whistling meadows, midway summer!
Kavi Alvida Na Kehna (Adieu; Never) .......
This path has trodden for long and barely in mind for passers 'Dream is lone, long we see Road never broke, made stronger:
Sour Lies - Tasted Sweet
This room is filled with smoke But welcomes in twilight hours And sour lies we tasted sweet- Yours ’ old - voice turns far to quit.
Tops are veiled beneath heavy clouds- In chimney’s rise till limitless grey Exploded along the reverse bang And strewn as vivid images in eye
Someone Like A Little Angel
Someone like a little angel - Far in my, vivid fancy Rose fluttering, perched in soul Slowly, gently into youth.
A Thought Of Yours
How pleased is a thought of yours, It was only the nice gestures - I remember-as a fastening stream, Of a flood, that outflows the bank.
A Thought Captured In Her Eyes
A thought descended over, Her; Lustrous Eyes; brimmed with dreams, To ascent over Her Childish Smile- Unknown! Fear - prejudice of his cycle.
Hymn To Lord
Hymn to lord, pity
In early ages; departure
Built those beauty, brilliant-
And quest powered with mother.
Credit; yours race fed-
Troops, with vigil eye; grip-
And terror, blessed to nab
Like alleviation to your steep.
Down, earth do we stop led