An old tamarind tree is
There in front of my house,
Of course, that tree belongs to
My neighbor.
The cattle market is there
To the north-western corner
Of my house, the market
Complex is under the custody
Of a regulated committee.
Whenever some one ask me
About the location of my house,
Straightway I mention,
The cattle market and
The old tamarind tree and
I tell them on the wall
You can read my name
In my state language Odia
And also for convenient of
Outsiders I have also written
In English.
My house does not belong to me,
Let me clear.
Even I am not
The caretaker, staying though
At present.
Who knows, I may not be
Available tomorrow.
But today I am here,
You can come to meet me
Straight from the Rly junction
Of Titilagarh,
Balangir, Odisha, India
By an auto-rickshaw,
Walkable distance though
Towards south-west corner
Of the station.
Come to me, if you have time,
I am ready with a poem
To welcome you.
And with the poem
I must give you
A glass of pure water.
I must show you,
The mango tree, neem tree,
Banana tree and so many
Flower plants and all
Belong to my wife.
I am not here to
Allow you to touch
Or to pluck anything.
Come to me, if you so like.
Remember, Tapobana, the name of
So-called my house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
each one is a temporary resident here on this earth and each one has some identification.