A spoon of tears — Sreekanta Panda
TITLE : A SPOON OF TEARS A Spoon of tears Washed out all my lordliness, That pearl of your eyes kills me in solitude Reminding how I’m helpless . An unknown pain burns my heart Every moment I die in
TITLE : A SPOON OF TEARS A Spoon of tears Washed out all my lordliness, That pearl of your eyes kills me in solitude Reminding how I’m helpless . An unknown pain burns my heart Every moment I die in
*Lets talk with Sreekanta Panda who hails from Bhadrak, Odisha for Suryodaya_Sambhranta_Saraswat_Samman – 2022* ପ୍ରିୟ ଶ୍ରୀକାନ୍ତ ପଣ୍ଡା ! ମହୋଦୟ ସତୀର୍ଥ ସାହିତ୍ୟାତ୍ମନ ସାଦରେ ଅଭିନନ୍ଦନ ଏବଂ ଶୁଭେଚ୍ଛା ଗ୍ରହଣ କରିବା ହେବେ। ଚଳିତ ବର୍ଷ ଆମ ପରିବାରର ଉଚ୍ଚ ମର୍ଯ୍ୟାଦା ସମ୍ପର୍ଣ୍ଣ ଅନ୍ତର୍ଜାତୀୟ ସ୍ୱୀକୃତି ପ୍ରାପ୍ତ ସମ୍ମାନ ସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟୋଦୟ-ସମ୍ଭ୍ରାନ୍ତ-ସାରସ୍ୱତ-ସମ୍ମାନ- ୨୦୨୨ ପାଇଁ
Title : A Question To GOD. Oh GOD ! My loving LORD, Have YOU ever seen ? YOUR creation is in trouble, That YOU made for blissful. YOU offer all things To YOUR best creation Why didn’t YOU offer peace ? YOU
Title : Our Rights Nostalgic happenings gathered again Their braveness resounds in flashback, What they do for us ; That preads our breathing a day long, The heroes of freedom fighting make a ray of hope, Now we get ourselves we
CRY OF PAIN ************* 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
Title — *Why Do I Feel So Bad ?* ******************** Why do I feel so bad In the best creation of supremacy ? Differently indifferent people Suffered in an unknown happenings. A nasty cause ruins all the sweet dreams, An indifferent personality
Title –– *Something to say* So many Springs passes away Roses are feded up on their way Summer washed out all the glowingness No charming beauty blooms ever, As if summer wind stands like a curse In the fountain of mind. Emotions,passions,
BISCUITS Sreekanta Panda ********************************* Biscuits, is a part of living beings It’s a pleasure of Imagination , It’s a symbol of sorrow one ; It’s just a smile of crying baby And above all It is the backbone of Dalit life in