Budhashaya Behera Poems

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My First Day In Poem Hunter

When I heard about this beautiful site
From many poet friends, I was happy
They suggested me to join frequently,
Then I started visiting poems here!

Lord You Come Soon

Oh my dear child Lord,
You come soon to eat,
I have freshly prepared curd,
And I have kept butter in clay pot,


Note about this Odia Poem:
"Oh dear Mother, you are Goddess Saraswati. Knowing that you are giver of Vidyaa (Education and Spiritual knowledge) , we are praying you beholding both hands. First chalk-pen is touched on slate's table and I have written your name in this, Oh dear Mother Bharati, the goddess of Vani (word, letters and speech) . In every school today your pandal is decorated and fried rice, rice seasoned with jaggery and sweet cakes are offered as holy food of worship. Today is the day of Basanta Panchami. We have prepared garland of flowers. Decorating flowers I have made garland for you, oh dear Goddess, giver of Vidyaa. Oh dear Goddess Mother, you accept our offer of holy palm of flowers. Getting your graceful vidyaa, Budhashaya completes this song and surrenders before your holy feet.

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I Love My Lord

I love my Lord, he is love of love,
I love my Lord, he is power of living,
My past is burnt and my pain has gone away,
I am in his way of light, I am in heaven,

In This Busy City Of Bangalore

In this busy city of Bangalore,
All are busy and running too much,
Still near this mall I am standing,
Searching for your temples,

Your Grace

Your grace I get hearing your flute,
So sweet, so true you are,
I am your maternal aunt,
Sister of your mother,

Richness Of Devotion

I can feel the richness of devotion,
For my living he values more,
He is my Lord, who plays flute,
In deep forest along with cows,

Our Lord Oh Flute Player

Oh dear flute player, our Lord,
On which mountain you are sitting?
In which forest you are roaming?
In which land your cows are grazing?

When His Grace Falls

When his grace falls on
And when the creature catches,
His vibration motivates,
A naive creature gains wisdom,

Your Mother Is Calling

Oh my child, my dear Lord,
Your mother is calling you,
You go, go near her with love,
Your aunt is calling you,