Drip the sorrows
As tears
From the eyes.
Drip the memories
As fragrance
From the mind.
Drips the leaf
As bud
From the trees.
Drips the rain
As river
From the clouds.
But
Drips the age
As morning
From the bodies,
The morning at the next world!
The time of our departure!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wow...beautiful thought of life