In fragrance
In coo
In furtive looks
Who has not stumbled!
I do stumble
Once or twice.
Get up
Wipe out dusts from the body,
May it be a sweet memory
Or a serious wound
I do step forward
With these.
Till the end of my road
That runs to the west!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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