Varnamala : Contemporary Oriya Poetry

 
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SUBHENDU MUND
 

NIGHT AT SEA-SHORE


Footsteps strike the dark roads of the night.  
Fluttering of the nocturnal wings.  
Roars of the engines.  

Helpless feet. Feet : moving  
farther and farther. Streets  
dragged. Quivering petals  
and wind.  
The waves come and go, washing  
the feet. Sand tickles and slips away  
under them. Water from the cups of hands.  
The sound of the flying feet, probably.  
No. No sound now.  
Weary trees. Weary and stunned  
the temple of Lord Jagannath, the Konark and  
the blue banner of the temple.  
Frozen postures of the dancing girls.  

At the crack of the dawn : the darkness.  
The feet now slumber. The sea-wind  
blows past the trees at the shore  
and the blue banner.  
  

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