My soul sometimes
Love
With passion
People are so far
My soul sometimes
Need affection
My soul for years
Leave with portraits
Portaits of people I love
Father
Mother
Brother
You
My soul sometimes
Become so small
Need air
Need hug
My soul sometimes
Is a child
That want to smile
My soul sometimes
Feel the sadness of the whole world
My soul sometimes
Is a bird that wish
To fly high
Travel far
See you
Give you a message….
I’ve learned to know that every tongue is formed to taste the right and wrong; I’ve had to live with witty words: Our ears are built for plus and odds…
Journalist Hirak Dasgupta's poem on the grief of the ephemeral nature of life
Translation from the Odia of Sujata Mohpatra's "I? Who Am I?" by Isha Bharadwaj.
Mystic verse on the oneness of Creation, focusing on resurrection
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