Nirvana you want
As God's grant
O those faces
Of relieved 'pupils'
After heavy days
Of an exam
Their minds not jammed
O have your thoughts crammed!
Buddha saw four sights
That caused him plight
Luxuries of palace
Couldn't prevent him
He took his flight
Into a world of light
Unknown as you might
In search of ultimate truth
Of this world's delight!
He was changed
Will you?
He formed a sangha
Oh not him
His pupils
So as we might
Remember something
From our book
Its heights!
Let's read and
Learn something
From around us
Let's form a sangha
For doing this
In this light!
Reading this
Caused you much plight
Like a plant afflicted
With blight?
I know it,right?

Amit Narayan Satpathy   Poems  
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Amit Narayan Satpathy now
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O the sky has filled me with light
I will fill the sky with songs
O the colours of notes
Will I cut through
The winds!
O the colours of dance
Cut through the air!
O palash,o palash
O the peaks of
The coloured colours
O you spread fire
In directions
All that are there
O the raga raginis
Of my heart
Are colored
With colorful tunes!
O in the southerly winds
The shivering flower
Forests don't stop!
O in the golden radiance
In the blue skies
The nupur of young leaves
Is heard!
O shirish,o shirish!
In the interval of gentle smiles!
You fill the airs
With your scent!
O your scent in my words
My heart pulls me there!

Amit Narayan Satpathy   Poems  
Published 50   Drafts 6

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O today spring awakes
At my door!
O in your bounded
Hounded life
Don't let it
Stop o please!
O open the doors of heart
Today open!
O today forget mine and yours
O forget!
O in these
Song swayed skies!
O let the waves of your scent
Go up
O this outside world
Losing its direction
O unleash
Your sweetness
O unleash!
O this forested sorrow
In the midst of woods
O plays itself
Today
In every leaf
O looking in whose path
In the distant skies
O the southerly winds
Have touched my soul!
O they travel
To whose doors
Asking for what?
O this night
Overflowing with scent
O under whose feet
On the earth
Have they risen!
O beautiful appealing
Silent
You call out
In a deep voice
To whom?

Aaj Krishna khelat hori
Aaj krisna!
Dekho gopikaon ki chaal
Phenkat nandlal
Pe gulaal!
Gori radhika ke gaal
Aur balkrishna ka kapaal
Donon hi to range Hain
Laal prem ka gulaal
Aaja balika
Khelein hum daar daar pe
Phuloon ki bahaar
Rang sabke dwaar
Aanand ki bauchhar!
Aaj bajti hai
Rangon ki malhar
Are Holi hai
Mere dwaar!

O on the blue horizon
Today the fire of flowers flares!
O the flame of the
Scent of spring rises!
O the sky is is flaring
The sun rays are bound!
O do I understand
Asked for itself
It did
To the Earth!
Thus rose
As the blossom
In the field of mustard!
O in the blue horizons
My streak of sorrow
Shows itself
O the words of heart
Of long times
Arise!
O comes the wind
That gets lost
O the wind of which phaguna?
O I understand
It asks for itself
From that phaguna!
Thus rises as a wave
In the fields of mustard
O on the blue horizons!

O in the new joy of phagun
O am I weaving a song
In a tune!
O the forest path
He hears the sounds
The blessed beauty
Of the kokila!
O the forest filled
With the fragrance
Of the bakula!
O the honey filled spell
Of the madhavi blossoms
Fills the horizons
With varied colors!
O my words pick up
The buds of palash!
O I will tie them
Around your
Forehead!
O in the new joy of phaguna!

O house dweller!
Open the doors...o open the doors
Waters ,lands the vast woods
Are swayed by spring
Open the doors!
O house dweller
O the coloured smiles
In amounts so paramount
In the ashoka ,palasha(flowers)
O the colorful addiction
Mixed in the clouds
In the dawn sky!
O in the new leaves
Reigns a new swing!
Open the doors
O house dweller!
O the flute is heard
In the jungles
Gently swaying to the
Southerly winds!
O the butterfly
Swings on the grasses!
O honeybees go about
Taking flowers gifts!
O in its wings
It plays
A beggar's veena(lute)
O in the jungles
Of the madhavi flowers
The air is heavy
With such scent
Open the doors...
O house dweller!