Debendra Majhi Biography

You look so mysterious, at the first glance,
What you are, guessing has no chance,
Simple, rustic, thatched huts, surrounded by palms,
A Community haat, around a majestic dome!
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The Clouds of dirt Columns
Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth,
Throttling lives indiscriminately.
As they ascend and join their smog kins,
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The road to my village
Is donned with
Lines of plants and trees,
Names of some I know
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when winter tends to
confluence with summer,
frozen time melts down
and spring springs up.
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She is nonagenarian now,
Her heart bits slow.
Lungs pump reluctantly,
Cranial bones groan in pain,
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