You appear at this cross-
Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp
Lighted- in my evening prayer,
When this heart is heavy
restless journey halts,
In fiery spring sun, to darkness-
High from the highest ranges!
Your smile hails with respite-
Stealing this fervent memories weary band-
My Mother they call-
Fortunate is mine to be blessed-
to be prized for the struggle,
that melts into sweet harmony -
I am DEBADARSHI PANDA, born in a remote, rural village of KEONJHAR, ODISHA.
I had my primary education in my village school, secondary in a nearby school of my village.
My secondary school, teachers played a significant part in the evolution of poetry so as my early life. All my teachers are the constant source of inspiration for me in all my ...