Deb Panda

Rookie - 296 Points (1992 / KEONJHAR, ODISHA, INDIA)

Deb Panda Poems

1. Next September And The Last 25th 12/25/2011
2. All They Meet By 10th Dec 12/25/2011
3. The World Into Family 12/25/2011
4. In Weak Eyes- 12/25/2011
5. A Number, Remembered- 12/25/2011
6. A Shade I Fear 12/25/2011
7. To Merry Friends, Be It True: 12/25/2011
8. Night Hovered 12/25/2011
9. Like A Single Tree 12/25/2011
10. No More, Would It Be 12/25/2011
11. Morning Song Left From Soul 12/25/2011
12. Hymn To Lord 12/25/2011
13. Moon Despaired 12/25/2011
14. No More Within Us 12/25/2011
15. Gentle By The Night 12/25/2011
16. Alone With The Wind; Singing 12/25/2011
17. A Soft Gentle Song 12/25/2011
18. The Street Hawker 12/25/2011
19. To Evil Eyes 12/25/2011
20. The Hawker 1/28/2012
21. A Beauty Of The World 1/28/2012
22. A World Divided 1/28/2012
23. Pain-No More 1/28/2012
24. No More It Looks 1/28/2012
25. O' Beauty Of The Evening 1/28/2012
26. We Met After A Dream 1/28/2012
27. The Golfer 1/28/2012
28. There - I Will Live 1/28/2012
29. War Not Defeated – 1/28/2012
30. Live If Its No More 1/28/2012
31. The Veil 1/28/2012
32. The Sun And The Earth – 1/28/2012
33. The Tragedy And Tale 1/28/2012
34. 8 A.M., Not The Eighth Hour 1/28/2012
35. Missing A Past 1/28/2012
36. Path Will Tread 1/28/2012
37. A Passing Blow Hails Down This Streets – 1/28/2012
38. Eyes Of A Dried Sea 12/25/2011
39. The Earth Rages 12/25/2011
40. I Have A Dream 12/25/2011
Best Poem of Deb Panda

Evening Lamp!

Oh’Muse!
You appear at this cross-
Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp
Lighted- in my evening prayer,
Flickering and steady with the wind!

I see you protect this pen;
With the dazzling shield-
When darkness delves deep into it-
Held high; with all kindness in reward!

Joyous- for this journey starts there.
And I reserve this flame for ages-
For my soul finds its temple,
That will go down generation, with undying luster;
Tomorrow -when they discover themselves in darkness!

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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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