The Wings Of Love Poem by Tarapada Mohapatra

With pains and oppressions,
I close my eyes in fear
and my heart stops beating
time strays into the space unseen.

Let all pains and oppressions
fold and falter
and transfigure into
blissful happiness and tranquility.

Let all the sufferings melt away
like the dews disappear
after the sun arrives huskily
in a dusky morning winter.

Let us all sing in chorus
with the cuckoos and the robins
the songs of unifications
the rhymes of indivisibility
lest pains and oppressions
should break our bonds and bridges
made of innocence and truth.

Let us all breathe
the colors of life
lest pains and oppressions
should break our bonds and bridges
made of innocence and truth.

Whence my small and beautiful hut
would be decorated with
no pains and oppressions
freedom would smile
and the sun would climb down
from the starry sky
to play with the street urchins.

I would close my eyes
with ethereal bliss
hatred and differences
would melt and disappear
the wings of love would fly
like an angel in the night.