There was a time
When we use to line up
To see the ratha
Being drawn by devotees and worshippers,
My mother, aunt, father, brother,
All used to see the ratha
Drawn, pulled
With the deities
But now too it is drawn and pulled,
But they are not,
I just see it msyelf all alone
Going to the roadway,
I am myself,
They are not
With none by me
When is nobody else in the house
And such a time comes too
When one finds it lonly or becomes so
As is the situation of life
And when they were,
There was a greater pleasure
In seeing Jagannatha, Balabhadra and Subhadra,
Our joy used to know no bounds,
Our curiosity used to fly higher and highrer,
But now they are not
Sorry to say it today
With pain in my heart
To share my delight which I had once
In to be with them,
When never did death come to me afraid of
With a heavy heart
I remember the days gone by,
With pain in my heart
And the eyes getting soaked with,
Wet with tears flowing silently
The days of love, sympathy, bonding and affection,
But whom to show them
As who will understand it,
I just weep in hiding
And wipse out
Averting the gaze of the world? .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem