*CRY OF PAIN — Sreekanta Panda*

CRY OF PAIN

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Under a bare tree ,

sitting down

like a cursed prince,

And thinking the presence

of her beauty ,

How strange the twinkling glaze

of her face,

that gives me all the pleasure;

And makes me a perfect lover.

 

From the bottom of my heart,

I always think of her

in every moment, minding

her fickleness

im-mature love

im-movable eyes

immense passion, emotion &

lovable hospitality.

 

But now-a-days

All her loving moments

turned into

the cosmic illusion ,

after marrying someone;

All the giving words

and passionate activities of her

betrays me time to time.

 

I wandering only heather and theather

in an untrodden path,

only realizing the cry of pain

from the depth of my feelings,

till to the last dance in burning fire.

 

Sreekanta Panda 

Basantia 

Bhadrak

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