Ratnakar Rout Poems

It is a precious gift to the world
A stream of gratitude emanates
From my heart
When I watch her moving
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It is not far off
From the sunset
Shadows have already
Begun to appear.
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Who needs a bunch of plastic quoted?
Suitably contrived
And artificially designed decorated rose.
Though a property for life long
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Growing old
And adorn with gray heirs
Why are you impelled?
To write on tender hearts.
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What a short spell of life
It lives
A night only
The snow-white tiny petals
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Like the treacherous nomadic cloud
Conquers the desperate sun
In the twilight hours,
The enigmatic night reigns
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I know not who has said
Proximity creates love
There physical attraction predominates
The distant mountain is beautiful always
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Your stoic silence at times
For the reasons best known to you
Usually difficult to apprehend
No reasons in fact to attribute
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Now-a-days
An intense feeling
Sprouts in me
Like the wavey mountain strips
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My unassuming look
Fails to steal the sight of any one any more
Like the contours in the down hill corn field
Cruel wrinkles and unwanted ridges
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