Debendra Majhi

You look so mysterious, at the first glance,
What you are, guessing has no chance,
Simple, rustic, thatched huts, surrounded by palms,
A Community haat, around a majestic dome!
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The Clouds of dirt Columns
Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth,
Throttling lives indiscriminately.
As they ascend and join their smog kins,
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The road to my village
Is donned with
Lines of plants and trees,
Names of some I know
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when winter tends to
confluence with summer,
frozen time melts down
and spring springs up.
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She is nonagenarian now,
Her heart bits slow.
Lungs pump reluctantly,
Cranial bones groan in pain,
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It was the early dawn
Horizon beyond recognition.
The monsoon rains painted all hazy
The crows still nest-crouched
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She is Padmavati,
Entrapped between collective honour
And Individual Dignity.
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ଧାନ ଉସୁନା ହାଣ୍ଡି ପରି
କଳା ବଉଦର ବାରାତ୍
ଠାର ମାରିଲେଣି
ବାମ୍ଫର ଭେଳl ସହ
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When my village
Braced with heavy downpour,
Squally winds gusting
Upto 60 Km per hour
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The neo-diva of sensuality,
Sense your empowered beauty,
Overpower him tonight,
With all your potent might.
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I no more hear the jackals' long calls,
At the wee hours or at the nights' fall.
Neither do they sing spells at unison,
As errand- boys of the rising sun.
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Fly away
the little bird
the expanse of the
winter sky before you.
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when our reciprocation
Resonate with realizations
Our insides
Confluence with insights
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The lantern is hanging
from the parapet like a beehive
It's wick trimmed up,
Glass globe cleaned of soot
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Through the window of your eyes,
When I look around,
I see many near and dear,
Many many worlds around.
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The needles of water drops,
In the guise of raindrops,
Penetrate in my body through.

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Pinkish Tiny tots,
Peeing with Naughty Thoughts,
Monsoon Showers did it all.
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The Bubbling Bud,
Standing Solitary,
Swaying in the Breeze,
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His Village is Far Away,
And He is on the Way,
Streets are Dreary and Deserted,
There Seems no Way.
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