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ODISHA

Swathed in The Mahanadi,

Lying peacefully in the arms of Thee Dam,

A frontier of Steel guards,

Meandering forests feeding wildlife,

And the great Chilika,

Such is her serene beauty,

Mesmerizing, scenic,

Who could bring her on canvas?

Says the painter, blind.

A LORD so dear,

HIS yatra to be,

Alone, another, leper or me,

Miniscule of dust flocking,

There again the Chandrabhaga waits,

A Sun to rise, never to set,

Colossal faith, drowned in believe,

Offering herself to Divine,

O ! look at the devadasi , sublime.

Bright, might , all independence fight,

Her Pride forever, Madhusudan,

Who challenged otherwise,

What a philanthropist, Utkalamani !

The Panchasakhas dare,

Another Senapati’s literary flare,

Or Bande Utkala, Kantakabi,

What should I write of her beauty ?

She is herself poetry.

Timeless creations, grains of sand,

The bomkai blending a filigree, so silvery,

Applique of Pipli, Patta Chitra unfolds history,

Her expression of grace, Odissi,

Firmness, Chau,

Revelry of numerous festivities,

Food, like fare,

An insatiate sweet appetite,

She is one soaring kite.

Odra, Wu-Che, Utkala or Kalinga,

A name or change,

Call her Mother, Matru or Maa,

She is ODISHA.

Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
Creative Commons Licence

TRIVIA

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{ April 1^st 1936 , the day , then Orissa and now Odisha was born. My motherland, matrubhumi. I haven’t seen her well yet. But the little that I have seen, read and heard about her is all this poem manifests. }

Two hydrogen and an Oxygen

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Two hydrogen breathe oxygen in,

Chemistry creates you with a grin,

Biology dies,

The day you bid earth goodbye,

Algebra attack by Mathematics,

I need you hiding in the attic,

Geography declares with pride,

You play in The Ganges, Thames and N Fall ride,

Archimedes' Eureka for you,

Physics balanced its buoyancy, true,

Adorned in prose and poetry,

When Literature romances Thee,

Tearing you apart for a share,

History unfolds all war over you, unfair,

Environment, your sweet abode,

Polluted, by the ruthless human herd.

TRIVIA

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{ 22nd March - World Water Day. Wishing Water a happy birthday poem. }

The one NGO that I have loaned amount recently, working seriously for bringing smiles in the rural huts of India is MILAAP .
This post is submitted to ISB iDiya Contest in association with Indiblogger.

Only if I had my hair barn

All long, short and medium braids,

Filed in a line for the school prayers,

I envied them all after every summer,

With mowed head and angry murmur.

No fall, split ends or lice adventure,

“Cut them”, Granny said flashing her dentures,

I begged, I sobbed, O! dear mother,

My plait so precious, don’t cut them further.

The playful locks entwined in friendship,

A ribbon at the end or a colourful clip,

I yearned as a kid for owning such one,

Only if I had my hair barn.

Alas! Teenage staged a riot,

My braids, no more the scissors diet,

Criss-crossing over each other’s beauty,

My hair matured to elegant femininity.

Caressing through my plaits now,

I find no end split, how?

A dove’s smile and immense care,

I would plait my daughter’s hair.

TRIVIA

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{ As a child I was always forced a haircut during my summer vacation. When school reopened I eyed on the girls with long hair still on. This is a memory of those days and how I finally decided to have long hair for plaits. }

This post is for the contest "Beautiful ends to your beautiful braids" by Dove in association with "Indiblogger.in".

Dove Split End Therapy

Summer's welcome kiss

{March 2013}

Said summer to me, what's my mistake ?
If God created me to dry the lake,
You know not how much it ails,
Silently watching thirst prevail,
Every breath burning to ash,
I snivel , I feel abash,
You curse me with each drop of sweat,
Oh! I wish I had rain's fate,
Trees droop and the land pants,
Cornered I am, to hear every life rant,
Dry leaves and empty streets rot,
I ask The Sun, why do you gloat ?
The mango grooves and watermelon juice,
My humble attempt for a truce,
Longing for love and tinge of care,
To request, I dare,
If only, my touch ever bestows bliss,
Promise me, I would have my welcome kiss.

TRIVIA
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{ We so often dread summer except the vacation. But being a summer born how could I not reveal Summer's pain. So here is what summer told me. }

Each day a kind deed.

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ODISHA

Two hydrogen and an Oxygen

Only if I had my hair barn

Summer's welcome kiss

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