Smrutiranjan Parida

Chilly wind
Churning my memories
With the passing days
And mixing a dizzy mood
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Confinement,
Let me break your chain
The shackles of overthinking
And the iron rods of depression
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How better it would be
if I was born a fly?
Without tension and to see;
The world from little high
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In a chaotic bedlam, the world of men
Peace is what all desire
Desires are so long and long; that
The wish is only to get out of fire.
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A nightmare of bloodshed fades
With sparkling sunlight as riot's deads
Tomorrow's morning or tomorrow's night
Clears the pavement out of heads
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Winter's morning,
The blatant murder of earth's warmth;
And the ceasing scene of moon,
Brings back the oldest and,
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While walking on a dusty road; with the passing scene of sun
If i think of you
If I think your child-like behaviour,
How you gaze like a cat's look, and
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It has been the way my sun sets, and a fresh morning blows the clarion of terror,
I, in spite of all my mustering courage,
In spite the deadly weapon in my hand,
I fear
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ଆଜି ଥରେ ବର୍ଷା ହଉ
ବୈଶାଖରେ ତାତିଥିବା ପ୍ରତି କ୍ଷତ, ଜଳିଥିବା ପ୍ରତି କୋହ
ଅଦିନିଆ ସେଇ କାଳ ବୈଶାଖୀ ଗୁଡାକରେ,
ଚମକି ପଡ଼ିଥିବା ତୁମରି ସେ ଚେହେରାରେ
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What is this run?
That has no life, no fun
For days and days to go
And some days come to moan
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ଯେତେ ବାଟ ଚାଲିଗଲେ,
ଯେତେ କାନ୍ଥ, ଯେତେ ବାଡ, ଯେତେ ଦୂର ଚାଲିଗଲେ ଟପି,
ମୁଁ ଯେତେ ସୀମାନ୍ତରେ ପାଦ ଥାପିଦେଲେ
ଏହି ନିଷ୍ଠୁର ବାସ୍ତବତାର ପରିଧିରୁ ମୁକୁଳିବା କେତେ ଯେ କଷ୍ଟ
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Oh, new city! I didn't see your colour,
The colour, that which paints thousands of mirages;
Which covers and faints the naked reality,
The colour under which;
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Ceased her chirruping, her muttering songs,
Her heart quenching notes of all's desire
Her fluttering wings passed the sky,
Forever and ever, away and away
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Sun sets and you go
Here are many people
Under the roof of Ravenshaw
One must feel so lonely
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