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jadi kebe kehi kahe
mu hari gali jibana khelare
ichha hue pacharibaku
satare ki se jiti thila kebe???

by sarojini pattayat.[Odia language]



jab jab koi ata hei jiwan me
kehi pawan gungunati hei
to kehi kante bichhati hei jiwan
kehi jiwan kho jati hei kanto me
to kehi khil khilakar bolti hei ki
dekho ham ji rehe hen yaha ,
tum bhi jio aur gungunao man bharkar.

by sarojini pattayat.[hindi language]



Darkness around
vanishes,
a little light is sufficient,
can you help me 
to bring that light
and adore it till death???

by sarojini pattayat.


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