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Monday, June 14, 2021

Poems Of Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Ranjit Sahu, was born in India and is a doctorate in biotechnology. At present he is employed as a Research Associate in the University of Virginia, Charlottesville, USA. He is an artist painting using oil and acrylic as media. His interests include portraits and landscapes as well a mother natural elements. He has recently developed an interest n photography. He has published three collections of poemsf in English ( 2005: A Year of Love (2005) and Drunk (2006) ) , volume in KDP (Bits of Childhood). And comapnion (2008). He also has published a volume of poems in Hindi ( Kuch Lamhe Kuch Jazbaat

(Some moments some feelings) 2014). His first collection of Odia poems, "Raati" was published in 2017 with another in 2019 (Jeebanara Sourabah).. He is a free lance columnist and writes semi- technical articles for various magazines other than his routine research Presently he is working on several volumes of poems with different themes in English and Odia. He has traveled to different countries and included this experience in his collection of poems titled “ Drunk”. His forth coming collection of poems is “ The

Bronx to Boston and Back", a collection of English poems in free verse.

Ranjit K. Sahu, currently residing in Charlottesville, is a free lance, self taught artist who uses oil and acrylic media. His past works had been exhibited in the ‘Whimsical Winter Wonders’ events held during 2017 and 2016 at the Poe Park Centre, The Bronx, New York. He also had a solo exhibition of his arts in 2017 in Bhubaneswar, India.

Apart from his profession (Medical research), he is a published poet, author, short story writer and a columnist writing in English, Hindi and Odia (Mother tongue) and a Photographer.        (Presented by: Jatinder Aulakh)

A Dreamy night

 This never ending fire is misspelled love,

Buried so deeply in the hearts within,

It Erupts as required for its behove,

Burning the marrow penetrating skin.

I listen to my heart beats growing loud,

As the flames of passion entangle me,

Which volcano can be doused by a cloud,

However dark and clammy the cloud maybe?