The globe is hot
Days seem long, but
Nights are short
I am 'She' not,
...
A great fire festival
Started in my labour room
Burnt on my marriage altar.
...
Ice Cream Stick,
Ice cream stick
That we care
In order to lick it's cream
...
A simple fresh green coconut,
Beautiful, numinous
An adept builder takes pain
To build it for months
...
Depriving of all the things
Which flag of fame would you hoist
Having taken away everything from me
What else would you snatch out my Lord?
...
As much the life prolongs
So the world seems obscure;
Myself and Yourself
As if everything is false
...
You came from the same kingdom
In the way I had come
There is no record
Of the number of times we have drenched
...
Like the autumnal full moon
Her sweet remembrances,
Those bygone agile days
Still peer into my mind sky.
...
Poet's life
Dreamy and bubbly
Chanting vehemently
Like cuckoo's cooee during spring
...
Go round the world
In quest of fragrances
Of flowers, of fruits, of spices
But, nothing excel the fresh notes
...
I want to be hurt
To bleed enough
Heart to be pierced
To cry clasping my soul.
...
Prabhat Kumar Sahoo, born on 7.6.1960 in a village near Bhubaneswar, Temple City of India as the first child of Dr. Gauranga Ch. Sahoo. He was in cooperative services as a Post Graduate in Cooperative Management & Rural Studies and retired as General Manager of Mayurbhanj District Coop. Milk Union under OMFED in 2020. He has been writing since 1978.Published in many periodicals both in English & odia.Author of four books including one divotional book(1979) , one drama (1980) and one novel (1988) and recently published(2020) YOUR IDENTITY, a book of poems.He has worked as Editor of a technical bulletin (monthly) 'Buddhabhai' from 1985 to 2001 published in Odisha. Presently, he lives in Bhubaneswar, Capital of Odisha, India.)
I Am Your Wife, Touch Me Not
The globe is hot
Days seem long, but
Nights are short
I am 'She' not,
I am your wife
Touch me not.
We have a flat
With gangs of rat
Morn to eve, you merely chat
Doing nothing widen in fat
More than you, I need a cat
I am 'She' not,
I am your wife
Touch me not.
My dear cot,
Poetry will one day make you rot
House tasks lot
You are unfit to lift a pot
I am 'She' not,
I'm your wife
Touch me not.
Poetry will not put a hat
On your bald head nobody pat
Sure, 'She' not
My dear bat,
I am your wife
Touch me not.
Do not beg to thy for something which you do not deserve or else this break your eternal peace.
Sorrow magnifies beauty of the God Beauty is magnified if wife is sad.
Good to tounge may bad to heart and bad to tounge may good to heart.
Man throws ice-cream stick immediately after taking cream which was felt most essential just before.
Fragrance of a fresh bank note delivered by ATM is better than any fruits, flowers or spices.
All dogs are not dog like all men are not human.
Your palm may do marvelous but cannot fill your belly like your mother.
Guests are treated as God in India But God is not a guest.
God is there inside a dog and vice versa.
Bygone happy moments yield sorrowful days but sorrows of bygone days produce pleasant moments afterwards.
Money change the mind, mind change the money.
First love is merely a first aid to an injury called 'ADOLESCENCE'.
Democracy is acceptable But not Demoncracy.
Ice creame, back to childhood by poet.good remembrance.