Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Se tarata


Delanain kichhi a rati mate
Aau chaligala aasithila joubate.
Rati galaparebi kian se tarata
sethi semiti rahichhi kejani!
Jane mu mora mora jaiparibi
dekhi dekhi mo bata mi aau
kahiparibi tarataku thare achhuta
jiropawar bulb pari sethi.
Kie kaha katha sune?
Tara kanei rahiba mo kathaku
aau kahiba saante hela sunili
jibe ni mate chhadi ta!
mu galabele kholi jae mo chhapala aau mu
tanka suna ghara badi pain jibaku
mana kare na aau jain
jain hataku kichhi aasena mora.
mu mora semiti padurahe saradina
phatibara thile phate pahada
nai uchhule kula langhe
pabana piti hue munuga gachhare
ethi sethi semiti sabuthi.

Submitted: Monday, February 06, 2012

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