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ଜୀବନର ଅଙ୍କା ବଙ୍କା ପଥରେ ବିତି ଯାଏ ସେଇ ପିଲା ଦିନ…
ଯାହାର ମୂଲ୍ୟ କେ ଦେଇପାରେ ନା ଦବାର ସହସା ଜୁଟେଇ ପାରେ..
ଭାରି ବିରଳ ସେ ସ୍ମୃତି...
ମାଟି ଗୋଡି, ବୋହୁ ବୋହୁ କା ଖେଳ ରେ ବିଲୁପ୍ତ ସେ କାହାଣି...
ଅଳି ଅଝଟ ଆଉ ମା ର ପଣତ ରେ ନସର ପସର ସେ ମୁହ…
ରାଗ ଆଉ ଛଳନାର ସେ ସହେ ବାହନା…
ସତେ କି ଗୋଟେ କଣ୍ଡେଇ ର ଆତ୍ମ କାହାଣି…
ସୁଖ ଦୁଃଖ ର ଅଭିମାନିନି…
କାମ, କ୍ରୋଧ, ଲୋଭ, ହିଂସା କିଛିଯେ ନଥିଲା …
ଦୁଃଖ, କଷ୍ଟ ଅଭାବ ମୋ ଠାରୁ ଦୂରେ ଥିଲା …
କୁଆଡେ ଗଲା ଯେ ଚାଲି ସେ ପୁରୁଣା ଦିନ…
ସେହିକଥା ଭାବି ମନ ହୁଏ ଉଦାସୀନ….

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Luck, a whisper in life's ear,
A sprinkle of magic, so crystal clear.
In moments bright or shadows grim,
It dances softly, a chance within…

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In the world of calm, a friend so bright,
Her English mastery, a guiding light.
Gentle and cool, kindness her guide,
Yet, in small storms, I'm by her side.

Panic may knock, a tiny shout,
A call, a comfort, I'm there, no doubt.
In her niceness, in her gentle grace,
Together we find a peaceful place…

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Love that doesn't demand, just holds,
No ifs, no buts, as life unfolds.
A steady stream, no strings attached,
Pure and simple, forever matched…

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Fate, like a puzzle in life's game,
The poet's words unravel its claim.
In simple lines, destiny's sketch,
A journey written, not by a stretch.

Through verses light and moments weight,
The poet contemplates the word, "fate."
A story spun, a twist in time,
In simple words, fate's subtle rhyme…

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Print-ready hopes, a muted link,
In poetry's silence, out of ink…

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Print-ready hopes, a muted link,
In poetry's silence, out of ink…

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Give your wounds
a safe place
to tell their stories…

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Every path has its own twist.
But it matters ,the value of choice we hold…

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Scribble…
Until your ink runs dry.

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