NITYANANDA PATI
KARMAVIRA
In the front
everything is visible
yet astonishing
the sudden deep embrace
and the unconscious conscience.
Live,
fill up your pocket
with whatever you get
fill up the basket
plucking flowers to your fulfilment
assume darkness
to be light
march on
it does not mean anything
as to which tree is
without blossom
which village is
washed away in the flood.
The only witnesses to your sin are:
the deceiving smile
foolish hypocrites
torn pieces of papers
corrupt practitioners
for recognition
or begging bowls !
In the blessed dreams of luxury
yawns
the tireless chhau dance
as if in the dense boughs
a thirsty bird twitters
merrily
looking at
the sudden burst of rain.
The day, eyes opened,
the ocean is
sailing on waves
uncertainty in the air
the bright moon
the promise of a shore
and
to anchor.
The wild waves washed away
the sand castles
and threw them back again
from the lap of the aged mother
from the earth to the sky
from the sky to the earth
in search of freedom
move restlessly
from the shade of the Bodhidruma
to the thirst of jnana yoga.
The stick of the helpless age
in hand
the clock of painted relationship
on body
the delight of the greenery
in the mind
freedom is a consolation
searching
in darkness,
the statue of one's
smiles and tears
is recognised in the mirror
or in a drop of tear
in someone's eyes.
Translation :
Sanat Das Patnaik
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