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!
...
The Clouds of dirt Columns
Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth,
Throttling lives indiscriminately.
As they ascend and join their smog kins,
...
The road to my village
Is donned with
Lines of plants and trees,
Names of some I know
...
when winter tends to
confluence with summer,
frozen time melts down
and spring springs up.
...
She is nonagenarian now,
Her heart bits slow.
Lungs pump reluctantly,
Cranial bones groan in pain,
...
It was the early dawn
Horizon beyond recognition.
The monsoon rains painted all hazy
The crows still nest-crouched
...
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
...
When my village
Braced with heavy downpour,
Squally winds gusting
Upto 60 Km per hour
...
The neo-diva of sensuality,
Sense your empowered beauty,
Overpower him tonight,
With all your potent might.
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