The Doors Are Closed
The doors are closed,
I do not know,
Where to go?
My Question
Who am I,
Where am I from
And where to go finally?
Loving You
Loved I the star,
Loved I the flower,
Loved I the butterfly.
Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day of roses,
Red roses
Lovely and sweet.
Happy New Year!
Opening the cap of rum,
Say you not,
Happy new year!
Drunkard
Drunkard,
Where do you lie you fallen,
Drunkard,
Is this the way you take wine,
Emptying the bottle,
Wine your life and you for wine?
New Year Revelry
With a bottle of rum,
Whisky,
Beer,
Say you not,
Happy new year,
Happy new year to you!
Walt Whitman
Seated on the grassy lawns
Plucking the reed from
And piping the songs
Of life and the world.
A vagabond's vision,
A gypsy, a romp,
A wanderer's diary,
Journey of life and the world.
The Tik Tok Heroine
The shepherd heroine,
The pastoral heroine,
The local heroine.
Without getting training
In Film Studies and modelling,
One can be an actress.
Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children
A phantasmagoria, an allegory
Describing the mid-nightly freedom,
The unmindful Partition of the sub-continent
And the harassment of the people
Which the leaders did not
The sequence of the gory events to take,
Murder, bloodshed, loot, plunder, violence,
Hatred, rivalry, stampede, travel hazards,
Displacement and dislocation.
Jayanta Mahapatra
The Odia poet
Writing in English
About Odisha and Odia landscapes,
Art, history, culture,
Odishan places,
Puri, Cuttack, Bhubaneswar, Balasore,
The ancient rock-cut temples.
Terrorist
The world changed,
But the terrorist did not
The same terrorist.
Meditation
Sometimes you need to do meditation,
Closing the eyes,
Freeing the mind from
Thoughts and ideas
For a few seconds
Just to recompose, refresh yourself.
Hunger
I know it,
What the hunger of the belly,
How it keeps burning?
Divorce
Divorcing her,
Will you be happy,
Giving tears to her?
Have you thought about
How will a poor girl
Like her?
Drunkard
Do you end up
Just as a drunkard
Fallen by the footpath
Unmindful of one's family
And duty to?
Humour
People today have forgotten
To laugh,
Sometimes do you to be free
From being tense.
Divorce you not
Divorce you not
after making her own,
giving your heart to
and courting her.
Mr.Drinker
What have you made of yourself
Taking wine?
N.B.Here the title too a part of the poem.
Your modern-age destination
Airways, airbuses and air-hostesses,
Where have to go with them,
What your destination?
Strange Singers of Rama
They also sing the songs of Rama
Who but in whispers
And I heard them
The poor destitute souls
Singing the songs of Rama.
The Cheetah
The cheetah,
The beauty of Creation
And the mystery of the wild.
The Myths
The myths of the universe and of creation,
How to resolve it
The myths of life and death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem