Ramakrushna Sahu Biography

In the sunlight of a winter morning
In the late moonlit night of summer
On the bank of a still lake
under a clean autumn sky
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We all are alloted a death cell
Of flesh and blood and bones
To take birth in the prison
And the pleasure we need
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Tearing apart the womb ofdarkness
A child of blood red was born,
Without any signs of labour
On the mother's face
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Yes, a wound is there
In the middle of the heart's delight
Like the face of a sleeping volcano
Yes, a wound is there
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The sun rises only in dreams
With its golden vigour
Sometimes also the moon
Raining with its silver smile
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