• Published : 30 Aug, 2015
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On the way, thou cruise,

the art’s learnt, the art to tame,

thy name the skies reverberate,

such lofty would be the fame.

 

The milestone, a stone’s throw,

thy praise as branches of oversize tree,

glare thou do at the past roads,

as a blossom, there I will always be.

 

Thou pluck me, like any human hand,

tracing my non existing fragrance,

lively by thy scintillating touch,

I move into a state of trance.

 

The day the sweat’s over,

decked out in accolades by each,

that time I wither away,

out forever, out of thy reach.

 

A chum, when thou long for,

a longing heart out of limits,

to know the truth, only truth,

a larger truth made of bits.

 

To relieve of a quandary, thou ask,

answers He when thou look up,

“the flower he was, thou kept for eons,

not wilting, to see thy at the top.”

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Satyananda Sarangi

Member Since: 24 Aug, 2015

Satyananda Sarangi is a graduate student in Electrical Engineering. A resident of the state of Odisha, India, he has great interests in poems, short stories and other creative activities. Having written around forty odd poems and a few short stories,...

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