On a lazy morning, the unruly wind
Makes the mind drift away in abstraction.
Promises of arrival made at unearthly hours
Only leave the heart restless.
The entire courtyard is heavy with regrets here;
If you must come, what hope will you bring?
Why come for no reason at all,
Only to be subjected to blame and reproach?
Look……
My entire body is covered
With the scars of bitter stings.
Cruel destiny keeps walking away
After inflicting endless pain.
Even a distant bird, coming from afar,
Does not lose its way here.
Look at my plight during the day—
A miserable, incomprehensible state.
In the month of Phalguna, you had promised to play with colors,
And build a palace of seven-colored dreams.
But a house cannot be built on the palm of mere promises;
To build a home of love,
It is essential for hands to join with hands.
— Ratnamaya Tripathy
Adhyayana, Balangir
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Original Odia : Ratnamaya Tripathy
Translated by : Dr. Khyatimaya Tripathy
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