Ramakrushna Sahu Poems

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
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We all are alloted a death cell
Of flesh and blood and bones
To take birth in the prison
And the pleasure we need
...

Tearing apart the womb ofdarkness
A child of blood red was born,
Without any signs of labour
On the mother's face
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Yes, a wound is there
In the middle of the heart's delight
Like the face of a sleeping volcano
Yes, a wound is there
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The sun rises only in dreams
With its golden vigour
Sometimes also the moon
Raining with its silver smile
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It was in vain
We tried to introduced each other
Tried to come closer
To fill the gap that silence engulfed
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From far far away
Breaking the blockade of noise
On the path of silence
A call of a bird is diving deep
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The bell is ringing far away
But heard very close
Within or without?
Sometimes resounding
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There was at last knocking
At the door of the unknown
Whom I was eagerly waiting for
But know not how to greet
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Joy is pouring,
Spin like a Kathak dancer
And cover the length and breadth
of the stage
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