Susanta Pattnayak

She dreams, no more.
The rise and the fall of the waves,
the dancing of the breeze,
the symphony of the wind,
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When from its nest, the babyish sun
Nestles in my window, curls
Into my room, snuggles
Down into my blanket, cuddles
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Father,
O' my dearest father!
Look at me,
I ‘m your sweet little daughter,
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High above is the garden
Wide and long, far and beyond
And when on earth the night falls
With its velvety veil
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When shadows fall and storms arise,
Still fix your gaze upon the skies.
Let doubt not dim what you must do—
Do your duty, firm and true.
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When dark drops down through the pine pins
And when a baby dove
Closes herself to her mother's warm wings
Then, through the stripes of the coconut leaves
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Sixty-Five and I'm hearty and strong
My Children, you'r so young
Young 'r your dreams
Fearless your mind
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I may die unknown
Buried, burnt or may be thrown
Into some corner of a hell
Than to long for a life
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Stars, galaxies, clusters and super-clusters
This is my universe of some billion light years,
So is yours..
Riding a light beam, I darted for yours,
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-1-

Sea,
My wife and I
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Forest
Has always been a thrilling mystery to me
Mysterious as the tells, told by my Nanny
In many a moon glittery nights
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A bright sunny day
After days of incessant rain
When thin silvery clouds pass leisurely
Wind is also in no hurry
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O thou internet
thee my confidant
be my ambassador
ferry my bashful silence
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Those four close friends
The four bosom chums
When they met after years
Greeted with wild hugs, loud and ecstatic
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Home is not made of bricks and beams,
But built in trust and silent dreams.
Not just a roof or walls around,
But where true love and grace are found.
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[A Song for the Lovely Daughters of the World]

They walk on earth with feet so light,
Yet carry storms and hearts so bright.
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it's 3: 03 AM.
rain taps soft requiems
on my cracked window,
but this city breathes in pixels—
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Millions of water strings
Playing for a high pitch
Rain at its best
Thunderous outside.
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O' Sculptor
With your hammer and chisel
carve my body granite
chisel my lines and the curves
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She stands decorated
With knitted bouquets of cheerful incense
To open the doors with her untiring hands
O Journeyer! ,
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