Saturday, March 29, 2025

Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Ranjit K. Sahu,  a resident of Charlottesville, Virginia, USA is a  poet, short story writer, visual artist and  a freelance columnist. His language of expression is mainly English and Odia with a few poems published in Hindi. His themes for poetry mostly include nature and human elements. His english literary pursuits include poems and an attempt to develop a new format of poetry combining the elements of Sonnet and acrostic.  He has a few books of poetry published in English, Odia and Hindi. He has interest in photography with some of his photographs displayed din local exhibitions. The present set of poems deals with romance.


Silence

The hours of silence are the testimony

To a relationship’s endurance

Where less spoken is more conveyed

The interludes are the assurance


You could relate and regale

Or detach and contemplate

Verbal communication is not quintessential

Sunday, March 16, 2025

Poems By Prafulla Panda, India

 

Love In The Moon

Into the realm of the moon let's walk

And engage us in love's endless talk

Since none're jealous there to disturb us

So we'll nurture our love in great hush

With her brilliance the moon'll croon

Some lovelores of past in a sweet tune

And stars'll enthuse us in endless dance

Border- Sumita Doodraj Bura

Sumita

A lone child looks across green meadows,

Hoping to find some playmates,

He then sees some children,

Playing under a tree,

He slowly approaches the bunch,

Hoping to get their company


Curious faces smile at him,

And they are friends,

They run across the grassy land,

Till the sun bids adieu 


One morning the child 

stares in disbelief ,

When he sees a wire fence being built,

that separates his playmates and him,

He looks helplessly around,

NO ONE gives him an answer,

NO ONE cares 


His playmates try to come closer,

They hold hands across the barbed wire,

They too have questions to ask,

But no one bothers to reply


The children across the fence,

meet every day,

But the child on this side of the fence,

Is lonelier than ever,

They just talk across the wire fencing,

But they can't hold hands to console


On a dull afternoon, the lonely child,

Runs towards the fencing,

where he sees hundreds of soldiers,

setting gunny bags full of sand,

Their guns shining,

Their boots making a thumping sound

He can see his little friends,

Across the barbed wire,

Crouched in fear

with the turn of events around


Soon the child is pushed away,

Ordered to run to his safe abode,

He feels helpless and just drags his feet,

with questions aloud

And a feeling of despair


When he turns around,

there is smoke all around,

The guns are fired

And the bombs explode


Terrified, the child runs to his father,

And is breathless for few moments,

Then he asks about the happenings around

which do not make any sense to him


His father replies :

There is a war between the enemies,

The BORDER is built,

The enemies have to be taught a lesson


The child cannot make any sense of it,

He does not remember having seen any enemy,

He had seen humans like his own people,

How can they be ENEMIES?

How can they be just killed ?


He runs towards the fence,

Then some splinters pierce his shin,

He is shocked but feels no pain,

As the word BORDER,

Echoes in his ears time and again


(Studied in Govt college Dharmsala,H.P.Literary Interests :Composing poems in English, HindiS pecially writing couplets in Hindi on various subjects.T ranslation work from English to hindi, Hindi to English,Nepali to Hindi.Writing articles for souveniers from time to time.)