GOBINDA SAHOO

The sun voyages on day’s last tour
Delves to relax
To make some rest and rest awake
The boatmen like a defeated soldier
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Crossing boundaries all
On and off the ground
Testimony of breaking records
In domains many as well
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Come,
See me, the way you like,
Touch or slit
Pinch or rip
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Of the three things
My village is legendary for
Mahatma Gandhi episode is one.
The others-
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In the bosom of chaste moonlit night
Of summer, I seek-
A loaf of breeze- unruffled and bright.
Hung are my soaked thoughts
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A sweet-poison par excellence
An incident uncommon in species other
An out-of-the-way vow for life
To breathe and die for one another.
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Seeing through showering mist-
Golden clouds sucking nectar
And slowly gliding away
Placing a kiss of confidence and poise
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When you arrive
With a soothing wavy clinch
Of fair autumn blooms
Or velvety pat of marigold
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I welcome you to a place
Where anticipated is not everyone,
Nor is called in.
The earth’s paradise-
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On the golden quilt of alasi*
Long stretched and
Kissing the horizon
I nap
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For what offense am I so?
Befitting nowhere
Not in the earth
Nor in the heaven
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The stinking rubbish on roadside,
From it, empty bottles, half-burnt cigarette butt,
Polythene bags with half eaten naan,
Bones and crushed aluminum foils of
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‘I'm 19 Madras'
My unit and fellowmen
More than anything for me
On earth,
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