Debendra Majhi Poems

I no more hear the jackals' long calls,
At the wee hours or at the nights' fall.
Neither do they sing spells at unison,
As errand- boys of the rising sun.
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Fly away
the little bird
the expanse of the
winter sky before you.
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when our reciprocation
Resonate with realizations
Our insides
Confluence with insights
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The lantern is hanging
from the parapet like a beehive
It's wick trimmed up,
Glass globe cleaned of soot
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Through the window of your eyes,
When I look around,
I see many near and dear,
Many many worlds around.
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The needles of water drops,
In the guise of raindrops,
Penetrate in my body through.

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Pinkish Tiny tots,
Peeing with Naughty Thoughts,
Monsoon Showers did it all.
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The Bubbling Bud,
Standing Solitary,
Swaying in the Breeze,
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His Village is Far Away,
And He is on the Way,
Streets are Dreary and Deserted,
There Seems no Way.
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