Root of sin
Is passion.
O men, I pray
Don't sway by
This passion
And don't go on
perpetrating unseemly
Acts and indulge not
In misanthropic activities.
You are pure and
Fair my dear men
Don't keep blackness
In heart, being
The fruits of nectar.
କବିତା ଲେଖିଲେ କେହି କବି ହୋଇ ଯାଏ ନାହିଁ, ନିଜ ଜୀବନ କବିତା ଭଳି ଝରଝର ନିର୍ଝରିଣୀ ହୋଇଗଲେ ହିଁ ଜଣେ ଅସଲ କବି ହୁଏ
very nice poem with the emphatic effect on the man's living way very nicely written come and read my poetries also
Rightly said man is the fruit of nectar..........men by birth pure but get impure while indulging in surly activities...... as usual superb write....Gajananji
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ଜଣେ ଅମୃତର ସନ୍ତାନର ଚେତନାର ତୂର୍ଯ୍ଯନାଦ