dr. sarojkanta dash

Rookie - 151 Points (31 December,1965 / Muchbahal)

dr. sarojkanta dash Poems

1. An Old Man's Prayer 4/1/2014
2. Dismantle My Heart 4/7/2014
3. The Barbet 4/18/2014
4. Move And Carve Out Your Own Space 4/18/2014
5. A Secret 4/19/2014
6. Haiku 4/19/2014
7. My Feet Onwards 4/19/2014
8. No Mountain Snow 4/19/2014
9. Doing And Undoing Me 4/19/2014
10. Wife, Friend And Beloved 4/20/2014
11. A Common Ode 4/22/2014
12. Eternity's Brief Epiphany 4/23/2014
13. To My Friend 4/27/2014
14. Will You Recognize Me? 4/27/2014
15. To My Beloved 4/28/2014
16. A Solitary Battle 6/17/2014
17. A Stream Of Music 6/17/2014
18. Stooping To You 2/4/2014
19. Wrap The Heart With A Sigh 2/4/2014
20. A Glorification 2/16/2014
21. Gandhi’s Umbrella 2/17/2014
22. To That Gullible Wife Who Played The Part Of A Hostess 2/17/2014
23. A Foul Thing 3/14/2014
24. A Dialogue With The Self 6/19/2014
25. Clad In Your Hue 6/19/2014
26. Dussehra 6/19/2014
27. Fasting 6/19/2014
28. Fishing 6/19/2014
29. An Ordinary Golfer 6/19/2014
30. Love! 6/19/2014
31. Malady 6/19/2014
32. Mother 6/19/2014
33. Not Made For Me 6/19/2014
34. Singing To The Self 6/19/2014
35. They Aren'T A Ward Off Alarm 6/19/2014
36. O' Poet 6/26/2014
37. The Swan 12/4/2014
38. Binoo The Actor 1/29/2015
39. Waiting 4/18/2015
40. Redemption 5/7/2015
Best Poem of dr. sarojkanta dash

Spring In My Village

Spring matures into summer
Like the youth of a poor man’s
Daughter.
-too short to live
their vigour-

Spring blossoms
On the roadside creeper-
That is nameless.
She blooms on every petal
Fragrant and white as innocence.
No poet’s fancy to stir
Flower’s day is eventless,
But when the stars
Paint the sky
The sun’s bloom
Is the moon’s joy.
Together with its nocturnal flight
Night deepens
Like the voice of a bar girl,
And the moon
-Intoxicated by the fragrance-
Dressed in white stubbornness
Roams about the flowers
Like a...

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Stooping To You

I listen to your tiptoe
In the silence of night
Winds sing to you
And my heart
With your thought
Is filled up.

The rhythm of gently flapping leaves
Returns from you

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