Tarapada Mohapatra

We all are creations
of the Holy Mother
Her gifted children
symbols of peace and unity
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Only peace thrives

Innocence sleeps
on the dreaming eye lids
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The obnoxious mind
in my tumultuous thoughts
grazes my heart with
surreptitious rues and sorrows
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To me you are a ring of nectar
a drooling moon in the wafting zephyr
a dream of golden rose in my slumber
Thou are a frolic fountain so near and so dear
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Thou looked deep
into the unfathomable depth of ocean.
penetrating into my steely eyes
to see the portrait of my Universe
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What can I offer for you
at best my innocence
my rugged beliefs
and rough understandings
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My world starts from you
to never ending infinity
of sorrows, pain and poverty
I close my eyes
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With pains and oppressions,
I close my eyes in fear
and my heart stops beating
time strays into the space unseen.
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Innocence sleeps
on the dreaming eye lids
of a new born baby
so fresh so nascent
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I sometime wonder
what must be reeling
in his spooky mind?
what must be traversing
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Thou have never been kind to her
Oh God!
why always it is she alone to suffer.
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As the autumn arrives

the trees shed their innocence in to twigs
the leaves break the ice of silence
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