Runa Pradhan Poems

I'm just different from me
What makes distinct to feel me;
Have been sometimes opening at any;
Have been grinning or grimming at any
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My 'BOU'; my illiterate mother
Who is hitherto a fuel of my life ever
At where I feel illiterate myself at her illiterate literacy
And at where I go down at her uneducated efficacy
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Where there's most of scree-scattered giris'
That's Malkangiri
Where there's a sub-tributary line of Godavari
That's Malkangiri
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I'm post office,
People's first office
Known and noted every where
For my services from here to there
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My illiterate mother,
A lady of unfound trailblazer
In the horizon of my all hopes,
Though she's unaware of my hope of globe
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I can assure
Her innocent pleasure,
When I make a space at her
To think her wills to share.
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I know not the sparrow comes
at my open window is the sparrow
I often see,
But comes daily
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O! thoughts
Where have you gone?
I wanted to pen down
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Seat at me,
To meet my emotions.

Hold my hand,
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Cannot find where I'm
In the darkness of delusion
How and why I have also prowled
In the orbit of it by false illusion
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