Varnamala : Contemporary Oriya Poetry

 
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PRADEEP KUMAR BISWAL
 

YAYATI


For long  
I had been eager  
to get back  
my lost childhood.  
In you  
I discovered it  
once again.  

For long  
I have been nostalgic  
of my fierce youth.  
In you I get back  
those days again.  

I live now  
on a borrowed time,  
the eternity  
is yours alone,  
my son !  
  

Translation :
Prafulla Kumar Tripathy  

A MAN BEYOND THE DOOR


Firm, moveless:  
a man beyond the door  
like a candle-statue  
melting away every moment  
in glowing fire.  

Every moment he melts away  
throwing in silence  
arrows and spears of light.  
Every moment he melts away,  
gets rebuilt next moment.  

Darkness reigns  
beyond the man-beyond-the-door;  
this side of the door  
the revelry of a party :  
psychedelic neon-lights  
livening blare of music  
everything mobile  
and ecstatic.  

Eyes turn moist  
and then wavy.  
And then we see  
beyond the door  
a fresh blue darkness.  
There he stands  
a shadow  
a man  
even firm and moveless  
like a translucent god !  

Beyond him,  
nothing.  
  

Translation :
Premananda Panda 

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