I'm not depressed,
I'm not sad,
But I'm lost,
In this giant world.

I have lost
That older me
Who used to smile like a flower
And buzz like a bee.

No more short poems
I'm waiting;
My paints have become dry
And my bicycle is still waiting.

I'm lost, where,
Everything is lifeless and dull.
Unlike my dream world
That used to be very colourful.

They are saying
I'm on the right track,
Then why it is foggy
And the path looks dark.

My mind is not calm
Heavy, is my heart.
Today, I'm lost in the crowd
And this the fact.

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Who knows when life will have summer or winter -
Or even rain to cultivate crops more better.
A newfangled farmer, he is, standing alone on his field
What he wants is better plan to progress and to yield.
In a short span of season, crops need to grow
As blank his head is, moving to and fro.
As behind any issue, any solution lies
Behind his ignorance, stored a heap of knowledge;
He finds it locked, for which a veteran farmer is wanted
‘Then, who is the man and where he is' ? He said.
Ultimately, a man with a load of grass on his head is seen
Walking along the edge of the field, who is tall and lean.
He lets the veteran know his issue and waits eagerly.
All knowledge is unpacked before him profusely.
As nothing gold can stay for long and ever ;
The man who knows the knowledge of earning gold is very clever.
In every situation we need a key to unlock our mind
And the man like the veteran is always ready for mankind.

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Smile, left him wishing adieu
If the question aries,
Why such ? The reasons are few.
Alone was he left and cries -
Each moment for her absence
And reckons each circumstances.
His acquaintances are those tears
Which befriend all day and night
And none is there who cares
For him, only remains quiet.
Betrayed by her, agian and again
No peace, no joy and gone insane.

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While riding my horse as a knight
I was enamored with the sight –
Of a surreal and alien landscape;
Stopped to listen, ears agog, eyes agape.
Shin shin sound I could hear;
Though overwhelming, still I was in fear,
In the crystalline silence of snow fall
None was there to make a bawl.
Plants and trees were diligently busy -
In making merry and being crazy.
I also had a rippling bubbling streamlet;
With it’s stupendous view, I was flown like a jet.
In it, tiny pebbles were shone by sunbeam
For which, I owe to God, the supreme.

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When I look at myself
On the reflection of mirror;
I often see, it is an elf
Who stands as an admirer.
When I ask to myself
Instead of mine, why it is her?
Sometime, I do yelp
Where is mine, and why is her?

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କାଗଜ ଖଣ୍ଡିଏ ନୁହେଁ ଲୋ ସେଇଟା
ନୁହେଁ ଦରକାରୀ ଭାବୁଛୁ
ଏପଟ ଦେଖୁଛୁ ସେପଟ ଦେଖୁଛୁ
ନପଢ଼ିକି ଫିଙ୍ଗିଦେଉଛୁ
ବୋଧେ, ଚାଲିଗଲାକି ତା' ଜୀବନ
ଏକାକୀ ସେଇଠି ଶୋଇଛି
ଯାଆ, ଥରେ ଖୋଲି ପଢ଼ିଦେ
ସେଥିରେ ମନକୁ ମୋ ତତେ ଦେଇଛି ।
ଏକାକୀ ଜମାରୁ ରହି ମୁଁ ପାରୁନି
ମନେ ମନେ ତତେ ଭାବୁଛି
ସମୟରେ ସେତୁ ବାନ୍ଧୁଛି
ଆକାଶରୁ ଫୁଲ ତୋଳୁଛି
ସଜେଇ ଦେବି ମୁଁ ତତେ ସେ ଫୁଲରେ
ଫୁଲମାଳ ଗୁନ୍ଥିରଖୁଛି ।
ନିବେଦନ ପତ୍ର ଭାବିବୁନି ଜମା
ପ୍ରେମପତ୍ର ଭାବି ଦେଇଛି
ଆଖିଛି ତୋ ରୂପ ରଙ୍ଗକୁ
ଜୀବନ୍ତପରିକା ଲାଗୁଛି
ତତେ ପରୀଟିଏ ପରି ଭାବୁଛି
ଧଡ୍ ଧଡ୍ ମନ ହେଲେ ମନକୁ ବୁଝେଇଦେଉଛି
ରାଗରେ ରାଗରେ ଆକାଶକୁ ଚାହୁଁ
ଚାନ୍ଦ ସହ କଳି କି କରିଛୁ
ଚାନ୍ଦ କି ହୋଇବ ତୋ ସଙ୍ଗେ ସମାନ
ମୋ ଠି ପ୍ରେମର ରଙ୍ଗ ତୁ ବୋଳିଛୁ ।

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How rough and tough I'm
From my mind and from heart
While with others, am cool and calm
But with myself, I'm such a damn
Even not like an Audi, but an oxcart.

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ସଞ୍ଜ ଗୁଞ୍ଜୁଗୁଞ୍ଜୁ ଅନ୍ଧାରକୁ ମୁକୁଳା ଆଖିରେ ଚାହିଁଦେଲି
ଦେଖିଲି, କଳା ଆକାଶର ଆସ୍ତରଣ
ଆଉ ସେଠି ଝୁଲୁଥିବା ତାରାର ମିଞ୍ଜି ମିଞ୍ଜି କିରଣ
କିଏ ଚାହିଁ ଦେଇ ହସିଦିଏ,
ପୁଣି କିଏ ହସକୁ ଲୁଚେଇ ଲାଜେଇ ଯାଏ
ମନର ମନ୍ଥନ କରେ ଭାବନାକୁ ଜଟିଳ
ଭାବନାରେ ବୁଡ଼ିରହି ହେଉଥାଏ ବ୍ୟାକୁଳ ।
କଣ ଏ ରହସ୍ୟ, ଆଉ ଏ ଲାଜ କାହା ପାଇଁ
ଏଠି କିଏ ଅସୀମ ଯୋଛନାକୁ ବିକିରଣ କରେ
ପ୍ରଣୟିନି ମନରେ ଆକୁଲତା ଭରେ
ବାଧ୍ୟକରି ଭେଟିଦିଏ ସ୍ମୃତି ମନର ମଣିଷର
ପିଲା ଠାରୁ ବୁଢା ଯାଏଁ, ମଜ୍ଜିଯାଆନ୍ତି ସମସ୍ତେ
ସେଇ ଜାଜୁଲ୍ୟ ଆକାଶକୁ ଚାହିଁ ।
ଆଉ କିଏ ଡେଖାଦେଇ, ସଙ୍ଗେ ସଙ୍ଗେ ଲୁଚିଯାଏ
ଅନ୍ୟର ହସରେ ନିଜେ ମୁରୁକି ହସୁଥାଏ
କଣ କିଛି ଅଛି ତା' ମନ ଭିତରେ
ପ୍ରୟାସ କରୁଛି କିନ୍ତୁ ଲୁଚେଇ ରଖିଛି
ସଜେଇ ହେଉଛି ବୋଧେ, ସେଥିପାଇଁ ଡେରିହୁଏ ।
ଛାଇ ଅନ୍ଧାରରେ ଶୀତଳ ପବନ ଚୁପଚାପ୍ ଚାଲିଯାଏ ପାଖଦେଇ
ଲାଗେ ଯେମିତି କେଉଁ ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ତରୁଣୀ ଚାଲିଗଲା ଚାହିଁଦେଇ
ଦେହରେ ଉଷ୍ମତା ସାରାଦିନର ନିରବତା ଭାଙ୍ଗେ
ଜଗିବସେ କେତେବେଳେ ସେଇ ତରୁଣୀ ଯିବ ମୋର ଆଗେ
ବିଳାପ ମୋ ମନର, ଅଶାନ୍ତ ଅଝଟର ସମ୍ଭାର
ଜାଣିରଖ, ଅଥୟ ହୁଏ ମୁଁ ଅପେକ୍ଷାରେ ତୁମର ।

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A crying heart and a Dying soul : There is no difference in between.

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(moral of today's life.)

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