Monday, August 1, 2022



A Nestling


Evening’s song

Reverberates in the mountains

While shadows return to self

Thickening the darkness.


A nestling

Waits with profound anxiety

For a beak full of grains

The dark silence shudders with a cry

If the mother gets late 

Beyond a reasonable expectation

Unlike an old woman

Awaits a phone call of her children


A drop of tear

From the helpless eyes

Agitates the inarticulate darkness,

If, at all , the only hope is razed.


The shades of innocence

Fall apart in the early dusk and bleed with their muted dreams

The stars hanging from the sky above

Wilt with deep woe

As the shadows fade in the total darkness.



Our Home ...


Moon wilts in the sky

So do the tides in the Oceans


The tides break in to ripples and gently smile on hitting the shore

Unlike we look for life in the dark coast

 While wandering ashore.


We try to gather all precious stones of harmony

We melt the mightier and crescent icebergs of distrust

Through a miraculous symphony of faith

Our shadows grow bigger and bigger to reach a multitude height


Here millions suffer and turn to stones

Walls of skeletons washed with tears of innocent soul



We never appreciate nor acknowledge

That we are on a short sojourn

On this planet earth

That we call our home ...


A Deluded Limbo


Many a difficulty, 

Like tempests and deluges

Confront me on my way

Off and on.


My boat is entangled

In the quagmire of dark dungeons

And oscillates to and from

Heading towards a deluded massacre.



The true path is deviated

In lieu of progress.


I feel restless and frozen in fear

To search your where abouts

As I lose my existence without you,

And am totally lost.


I can neither avoid the smell of earthly clay

Nor can I soar in the sky

Oh God!

Forgive me, I am just a limbo




RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘ and 'Journalism  and  Mass Communication' from Utkal University,  Odisha .She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues  and human rights  in remote areas  through Non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions. She writes in English and Odia language.

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