ଆସେ କବିତା ଆଉ ଥାଏ,
ଥାଏ ମୋଠି, କହେ କେତେ କଣ
ମୁଁ ବୁଲୁଥିଲାବେଳେ,
ଏ କନ୍ଦି ସେ କନ୍ଦି।
କବିତାର ଶବ୍ଦରେ
ଥାଏ କେତେ ରଙ୍ଗ,
ଥାଏ କେତେ ବାସ୍ନା,
ଥାଏ କାମନା ବାସନା।
କବିତା ହଜୁଥାଏ
ଥରକୁ ଥର ମୋରି
ଏ ପୃଥିବୀରେ।
ଆଉ ମୁଁ ପାଉଥାଏଁ
ପୁଣି ପୁଣି ମୋରି
ଭିତରେ ସବୁବେଳେ।
English rendering;
Poetry comes and stays
Stays with me,
And says so many things
While I wanders
Here and there.
In the words of poetry
So many colors,
So many scents,
So many desires and wishes.
The poetry misses
Again and again
In my world.
And I get again and
Again in me always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem....loved reading it.......10