Me and My Words
I was thinking
after returning from duty,
will write a lovely poetry.
I just want to build a Tajmahal
on the chest of paper
with the words
which were playing
hide and seek with me
since last few days.
The words will flow fine
from my divine pen
just like a sacred river,
A rainbow will be framed
in the paradise of my thought
with a new form.
But
What is this?
What happened??
Nothing came to me,
No words, no warmth !
Hoped, all naugthy words
just got mustered
at the tip of my pen,
Few absconding ones
were just making fun around me
and enhancing my strain.
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N.B : This is translated from an Odia poetry written by Mr Shiba Shankar Das, An eminent writer of Odisha/India.
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