Pronouncement Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Growing old
And adorn with gray heirs
Why are you impelled?
To write on tender hearts.
Who knows?
That your heart is virgin
Mind is young
Dreams are many
And you need to fulfill
One after another.
But clutches have become weak
You know
It may break
Beyond the boundary.
There are five desires
To embrace
For satiating the needs
One encounter.
Can you become a toll of your own desires?
To further you’re living
Or else how do you encounter them
Please do pronounce loudly