Another Oriya Poem

Some poems in Hindi

Bewafai

Na hire moti  na jebarat de saka,

Ye husn ki devi tujhe main na pyar de saka,

Jindagi bhar naa tujhe chaain  de saka,

Gam bhulaneka koi rasta bata saka.

Range mehefil me kabhi tujhe na laa saka,

Jhumati hui baharoon main sang na de saka,

Kilati hui phoolon se jab daaman na bhar saaka,

Aur kya saboot chahiye mere be-wofai ka.

Aagar aabhi kahin kho jaye to hum,

Teri duniya se dur ho jaye to hum,

Aapne hi aap ko gum de skae to hum ,

Sochunga ye hai saja dil laganeka.

Barbadi  ki tufan ko gale laga lenge hum,

Aansu ki dariya me dil duba denge hum,

Aapne hi aapko mita denge hum,

Sochkar ye khata hai be-wafai ka.

Some poems in oriya

Bitter Truth

(from my old diary)

Forget,forget, all the gays

What you attained in past days ?

Wife and children, friends and praise;

Nothing real all acting on stage.

Keep in ,keep in never disclose;

The thoughts in your heart all arose.

All was there and will be there,

Your absence will not scare.

The thing you built will remain never,

One day that will vanish by nature.

Find out, find out the way for future;

None to cry nor shed the tear;

Only truth shall remain ever.

Think in hearts nothing is your,

Leave all, leave all, please be sure.

All are same but One is dear,

He will welcome on His door;

In His name if one sheds tear.

HURT

 (from my old diary)

There is nothing in this world

Where aim of life is something new.

Where love is pretention

affection is money,

trust a dream and

attachment is dew.

There is nothing in my view.

In every side of life now

only dark clouds blew.

We lost all things nothing is new.

We have to leave all in which We grew,

Patience, patience  give us a few.

O my Father! O my Lord!

We  beg nothing now from you.

Last Desire

(From my old diary)

Let me die, let me die;

like the Sun of the evening sky.

The moon is laughing, the stars gazing,

The death bird singing let me lie.

Hold your tears,

It will hurt me if you will cry.

Let me sleep in peace and joy,

I want cool bed not to fry.

Hold on ,hold on all the rite,

I want nothing but a place of quite.

Alone , alone I am a mite;

Want to see the dark of night.

Sing thy song I don't want to fight,

Fade with miasma lost my sight.

All my passions all my fight,

Made me passive inspite of might.

Let me stable on thy height,

His verdict now I invite.