Ramakrushna Sahu Poems
- Nature's Call In the sunlight of a winter morning In the ...
- The Sunrise Tearing apart the womb ofdarkness A child of ...
- Prison Song We all are alloted a death cell Of flesh and ...
- The Canvas The sun rises only in dreams With its golden ...
- The Wound Yes, a wound is there In the middle of the ...
- Identity It was in vain We tried to introduced each ...
- The Call From far far away Breaking the blockade of ...
Master degree in literature (Odiya) .Poet and writer. lover of philosophy. An explorer of truth of life and the existence. more »
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Poetry does not speak out truth but keep it secret. It does not serve but inspire to explore. It is not the form but the essence, the fragrance of an unseen flower.Poetry and life
Poetry is born n...
Poetry exists prior to the poet. It descends through the human mind and a poet is born. Poets come and go but poetry remains for ever. Poetry comes when the poet is absent, because poetry is not a mak...Poet & poetry
Poetry is a children's game played in adulthood. There is neither defeat nor victory, neither reward nor punishment in it. It is so delicate a game that one should not be tricky, clever and cunning t...Writing poetry
''A poet is neither an individual nor a member of any group or institution. He is one among all and must be one among all not verbally but actually.''Poetry & life
''A true poet dose not writes poetry but waits in deepest love for the poetry to be written through him.''Poet
In the sunlight of a winter morning
In the late moonlit night of summer
On the bank of a still lake
under a clean autumn sky
Standing on silent green hilltop
Enjoying snowcapped heads
Of mountains on the horizon
I feel myself blessed
As a son of the Nature
The sons of earth
Are not so ugly as they seem
Playing dirty games in darkness,
Perhaps they have not yet heard
The motherly call of Nature
To be a living part of it
Blessed are those
Whose faces resemble the sky
And the eyes resemble the sea
The heads those of hills