1.
POETIC PANGS
Shattered and wounded,
bathed in the warm blood
in the mid day sun
or in the silent hour of mid night
The earth and the sky
tremble in the radiant smile
of the gulmohar tree
the reddish glow of the sun
gets scattered
the indelible stain of calmness
sticks on the Jasmine like lips
One comprehends or not,
grasps all the heart's commotion
all the storm and undercurrent
in the soaring waves of whistling wind
awaiting the end of all the quest
The heart is torn pouring tears as rain drops in June
in the July shower of blood
enraptured in the fragrance of poetic bloom
from across the threshold
to the distant horizon
The delight of poetic pangs does fill
one's heart with unmeasured thrill.
©® Dasharath Naik,India
2.
HOPE: The Citadel
This dreary desolation,
ice-lander’s isolation I never mind ;
for melody rings in my heart .
With the rising sun
this nada will fritter away
faster than ball from the catapult.
Our shadows entwine,
as forecast in my dreams,
not to be me but as we to exist
Emotions in spate
like hedgerow untrimmed
in huge hugs of mutual trust .
The silken bond holds:
hands of a clock we are,
hopefully never to fall apart .
©® Dasharath Naik,India
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Brief Bio.
DASHARATH NAIK (DOB. 23.06.1964 )
,eldest son of Late Madan Mohan Naik & Sabitri Naik , hails from Bijadihi in the Sundargarh district, Odisha . A student of English Literature, Sri Naik likes all the genres especially poetry. As a bi-lingual poet, he writes both in English and Odia for his own pleasure and Humanity is his main concern.


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