Deb Panda

Freshman - 566 Points (1992 / KEONJHAR, ODISHA, INDIA)

Comments about Deb Panda

  • Jyotirmayee Ray (2/13/2016 9:58:00 PM)

    I remember the first time I read through your poems (I started with 'Mother' n 'Songs of a wedding robe' if m right) , I was more than happy as to see such beautiful lines coming from a kid like u. I have read most of ur earliest poems in the manuscript form. Glad to see the numbers increased n the style, tone, manner polished. Way to go, boy. My blessings!

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  • Dr Library @ Debadarshi Dr Library @ Debadarshi (8/3/2015 2:32:00 PM)

    To- All my friends.... and to the person, who has selflessly guided, led me through this journey of sketch, sclupture of words, .... Whose reminiscence is enough to land on the sphere of bliss, spirituality, whose words echo the undying sentinel of sagely legacy.... Whatever the time may turn with the tide, you ll always be vivid, the eternal Muse- etched in memory.....One day is too short to express my gratitude, how much i owe.... Happy friendship Day..... My lord, You know, the why....

  • Kalyana Brata Sahoo Kalyana Brata Sahoo (5/6/2015 10:36:00 AM)

    The sense of your thinking and emotions and the word like high from the highest shows the weight of the poem.best of luck for your upcoming poems.

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/8/2014 6:59:00 AM)

    sounds really great. you are showing your emotions nice. you will have great future in poetry. i invite you to read my poems. as a friendly look.

  • Yash Shinde Yash Shinde (4/28/2014 10:42:00 PM)

    A phenomenal poet with themes incorporating elements of nature-moon, rainbow, rainfall..........
    I am love with his style- Oh Muse! ! ! .............You can't just know how proficient he is at poetry, by looking at his roots....
    Even the European lads cannot compete his sagacity and maturity! I wish him best of luck for his future endeavors
    -Yash

No More, Would It Be

No more, pledge it could be through
into freest soul, purpose both laid in
me, with disguised blessing, I hail
never shaken, with a mild blow, O’ man
Sin healed at constant rhythm then
within mystery, her limits fade grey
and passions buried hate all
in cells mortal body is said to odd-try
Hope; somewhere perched, in dark terrain

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