Biography of GOBINDA SAHOO
Gobinda Sahoo, a bi-lingual writer and translator, hails from Sinapali, Nuapada, Odisha. So far he has published 60 poems and story stories and 45 research articles in different news papers and journals and
presented papers at state and national seminars. He has contributed two chapters to anthologies of criticism. He is on the editorial board of literary journals and Chief Sub-Editor, Rock Pebbles, a peer-reviewed International Literary quarterly journal. Now he is teaching at Sarbamangala Degree College, Golamunda, Kalahandi, Odisha.
GOBINDA SAHOO Poems
An Evening On Roadside
The sun voyages on day’s last tour Delves to relax To make some rest and rest awake The boatmen like a defeated soldier
Crossing boundaries all On and off the ground Testimony of breaking records In domains many as well
Come, See me, the way you like, Touch or slit Pinch or rip
Of the three things My village is legendary for Mahatma Gandhi episode is one. The others-
Hangover Of Love
In the bosom of chaste moonlit night Of summer, I seek- A loaf of breeze- unruffled and bright. Hung are my soaked thoughts
Among bald hills Ceased udders, dry dales Bleeding ploughshare And sweating shaft
39 Paper planes or boats Always creative to the core Playful all the times.
Always be a blossom with fragrance-hue Shaking thee in half a quake, from tip to toe, Thy will be touched by a drop of soft dew For continuity of nexus is our vow.
An Eternal Journey
The unsung melody Oozing from the silent teeth Behind wide, no-frilled and innate lips Of a damsel.
(30) One big beak feeds smalls Gallant approach to foster Worth to the loved ones.
22 (Wife) The forename of wait Ever ready to succumb A way to create.
22(Wife) The forename of wait Ever ready to succumb A way to create.
(15) A drop and gale-smooth Bidding adieu to winter To welcome summer.
(1) Blinding glare all over In azure wolf’s pretention Dreaming pristine globe.
Always be a blossom with fragrance-hue
Shaking thee in half a quake, from tip to toe,
Thy will be touched by a drop of soft dew
For continuity of nexus is our vow.
The blue-moon time that opens thine petal-lips-fresh
Can freeze the ocean; make the rock melt in joy-
Only a pace in Odyssey, an ingress
A perfect quintessence of life coy.