Curative Properties
Neem tree has got curative properties
Of all diseases
Neem tree hold clues for all treatment.
Jagannath the Lord of the Jagat
Made of neem tree
God Jagannath has all the power of
Rescue all animate inanimate
And give salvation.
Lord Jagannath is at Puri
Near Mahodadhi Odisha Bharat
East coast of India.
Lord Jagannath Black in colour
With round eyes and always open
For the Bhaktas.
You are welcome to visit
The Lord of the Cosmos.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Or else
File yourself through proper channel
and darshan Jagannath.
Jagannath is the lord of all
Jagat is His
in your language
you may call cosmos
You can see
cismic flower there.
What would be your
prayer before the Lord
Give also specific reasons
and mention cause of action
or else petition faces rejection.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Life And Death
All the creatures of Earth are in the control of
The Almighty;
Death brings icy touch to all Earthy creatures,
To relatives, provides plight.
“Buddhadeva” says life is sorrowful,
Pray God, serve the poor,
To achieve salvation;
Mysterious is Lord Jagannath’s creation.
O Devotees, come and surrender before Bhagavana
Jagannath’s feet,
Chant the sweet name morn, eve, day and night before
The alluring attracting
Image of Almighty.
In Bhakti, chanting the sweet name derive peace;
Purity;
Bhagabana Jagannath is the Director of the Universe,
An ocean of delight,
Lord Jagannath hears everything having no ears;
Does everything having no hands, fulfils Bhakta’s desire.
Think of Jagannath, chant the sweet name, pray him,
Surrender on his lotus feet,
Remember him before death;
Remember Bhagbana Jagannath day and night,
He is a firmanent of mirth.
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Shree Jagannath
Near Mahodadhi
Nilagiri one can find
No hand no leg
No begining no end
Round eyes black eyes
No day no night
Always awake
World like mela
That is
Shree Jagannath Khela
When you reach there
You can see nothing
Nothing is yours
And everything
is coming towards you
And you turn in to
Jay Jagannath
Do not asked for
Anything
Nothing is there
And nothing nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Odisha’s Glory Vavroovahana Patra
Kaui samrat’s poems are ever inspiring;
Kavi Surjya’s verses are ever delighting.
Kavi Vara’s poems provide mirth;
Beauteous is Odisha’s earth.
Odisha’s poets are her glory;
With their poems she is flowery.
Vyasakavi fakiramohana is Odisha’s Glory;
With his verses Odisha is flowery.
Lord Jagannath blessth all people of Earth;
People of the world rejoice with mirth.
Savara Shreekhetra allures devotees;
Jagannath at Koraput blessth with delight.
Bay of Bengal sings the Glory of Jagannath;
He is an Ocean of mirth.
All the Deities adorn Shreekhetra;
Deities bless devotees with mirth.
Maa sarala, mangala, Bimala, Tarini smile on Odisha’s Earth;
Devotees visit with mirth.
Gupteswar blessth the devotees;
Is a perennial Brook of Delight.
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Shrine Of Jagannath
Women devotees proceed towards Lord Jagannath with profound pleasure
Bhagavana Jagannath satisfies dedicated, honest devotees’ desire
Bhagavana Jagannath, Sister Subhadra, Brother Valabhadra
Attract crowds of devotees at eve as well as morn:
Beautiful looks each of November’s early dawn.
Deepas illuminate Bhagavana Jagannath’s temple-shrine;
Devotees drink the nectar of love as drunkards drink wine.
Fragrance of Jasmines pervades the whole environment.
In devotees are roused waves of devotion and merriment.
On Mother Mahalaxmee’s serene, sanctified, solitary shrine
The Sun-God showers bright rays or sunlight and sunshine.
Devotees fall at the holy feet of Mahalaxmee the Mother;
With wealth and prosperity the Mother blesses the Bhaktas.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Neem tree
Neem treeis at the top
And this neem tree
As you see here
Infront of my house
Wellwisher of all
Those who are coming
And going here and there
Bowdown before it
As a mark of honour
At every step of life
And I like its leafs
Flowers fruits
Branchs barks
Twigs trunks.
Neem tree is at the top
At the top.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Odisha
I am in odisha
No body here like
their language odia.
In the eleventh hour
they embraced
jagannath and jagannath
is not moving himself
and odia people
mostly hopeful.
What is the value
see and watch
and time is out of hand
I myself shameful.
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God
Lord Jagannath is the Eternal Truth;
Is an Ocean of mirth.
God Neelamadhiva is the cause of human birth;
With his desire beauteous looks the Earth.
Lord Jagannath, Brother Valabhadra, sister subhadra smile on the altar.
They content the desires of all creatures.
Purusottamdhama Smiles with Deities;
God attracts devotees day and night.
Beautiful looks the sanctified shrine;
Devotees drink the nectar of love as drunkards to wine.
Offer light and fragrance in the morn;
Beauteous is the vernal dawn.
Devotees chant hymns delightfully;
Women devotees surrender on God’s feet gladly.
Criminals become devotees;
Chanting God’s name derive peace, delight.
God’s temple shrine is a Heaven on Earth;
Devotees drink the nectar of Divine love, mirth.
Waves of Bay of Bengal sings God’s glory day and night;
Lord Jagannath is the Generator, Operator, the Almighty.
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OCEAN OF LOVE Vavroovahana Patra
Lord Jagannath’s Bada Deula is an Ocean of love, delight;
Devotees surrender on Bhagavan’s feet with gaiety.
Bhagaban attracts all devotees of Earth;
Puri, the Vaikuntha on Earth is a brook of mirth.
All the Deities adorn the temple-shrine;
The devotees drink the nectar of love as drunkards to wine.
Brother Valabhadra, sister Subhadra adorn the altar;
The temple is an Ocean of Nectar.
Monsters become devotees on the Shrine;
Criminals become saints drinking the nectar of love’s wine.
Sinners pray jagannath to cross the Ocean of tears;
Bhagavan pardons the sinners, fulfils their desires.
Deities and devotees sing the Glory of Jangannath;
He is an Ocean of love, peace and mirth.
Jagannath is the Generator, Operator, Director of all creatures;
Showering Peace contents all Bhaktas’ desire.
Chanting Bhagavana’s name poets derive salvation;
Depicting verses enjoy the beauty of creation.
Bhagavan is a friend of innocent creatures;
He is the Director of this vast Nature.
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Neem is neem and it is bitter
Neem is neem and it is bitter
If you like you can give
Milk sugar honey butter
Neem is neem and it is bitter.
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A Poem on Jagannadh
Sea of people
Stand in reverence
And surrender
Their hands outstretched
To relieve them of
The wheel of karma
Krishna ensconced,
The Juggernaut trundled
Each trundling
Rolled past the karma
Of several births
Waiting to be undone
Jai Jagannath! Jai jai Jagannath!
Danced on the waves!
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Lord’s Feet Vavroovahana Patra
Lord Jagannath’s temple is beautiful;
Lovely devotees are delightful.
Lady devotees chant hymns delightfully;
Love reigns on the shrine, devotees dance gaily.
Light on the shrine illuminate the altar;
Lord Jagannath contents devotee’s desire.
Life is surrendered on the feet of Almighty;
Little guys and girls roam with gaiety.
Luminous face of God attracts the devotee;
Lovely devotees surrender on Lotus feet with delight.
Lily smiles on the altar;
Lake of love tranquilises devotees, contents desire.
Lad prays God for prosperity;
Lady prays for a pure conjugal life gaudily.
Land of love entices all devotees;
Lives enchant with delight.
Leaves, blossoms, flowers endow the altar;
Lord fulfils all devotees’ desire.
Lap of God is cosy forever;
Lazy man becomes dutiful singing songs of Creature.
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Conversions dilute
The tribal god was made as Lord
Jagannath,
Dravidian Murugan was smeared as
Lord Venketesa,
Buddhists’ Buddha was declared as Lord
Ayyappa, the son of Hari and Haran.
Aryans employed conversion on other gods,
Who in turn brought their worshipers.
Thus, Vedic religion becomes the Hindu Religion.
Islam did conversion in replacing the Vedic gods.
Christianity did conversion through service.
Conversion of conversion dilutes conversion
10.01.2002, Pakd
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Wavy Ocean Vavroovahana Patra
Wavy blue Ocean attracts travellers day and night;
Bay of Bengal sings the Glory of Jagannath with delight.
God’s creation is an everlasting beauty;
Passers-by enjoy the beauty with gaiety.
Ocean kisses the Shore day and night;
As the beloved kisses the lover with delight.
The rivers mingle in the Ocean beautifully;
As Souls mingle in Supreme soul delightfully.
Ocean attracts the rivers day and night;
As God attracts devotees with delight.
Real devotee hankers after salvation;
Drinks the nectar from the lap of creation.
Poet’s mind is broad as the Ocean;
Lives enjoying the beauty of creation.
Depicts verses concentrating mind on Jagannath;
He is the Supreme Soul, a brook of mirth.
Wavy Ocean is the creation of Jagannath;
God is the cause of death and birth.
Man comes for a transient period to Earth;
Ocean remains for ever, man goes with mirth.
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Lovers Prayer
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
I dont want no jive artists calling me on the telephone
Dont wanna watch the carson show all alone
I just wanna lay back, take my rest
With the one I loves head resting on my chest
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
And I dont want my best friends even coming round
cos if they do I might put em down
Carsons over and the lights way down low
And all I got, I got a heart full of soul
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
I said, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
I said, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
And its a lovers prayer, oh yes it is
Takes a little time, takes a little care, yeah, yeah, yeah
And when it gets way on in the midnight hour
I just wanna play my guitar
I just wanna see you smile, touch your face
Be with you in my own place
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
I said, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Just wanna be with my love tonight
Just wanna be with my love tonight
Just wanna be with my love tonight
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My Oak Tree
My taste for love is what I long,
The secret so full and free
My heart of love beats every day
Because of this Oak Tree
The beauty of its leaves, we seldom admire
Oh Creator Lord to thee
How foolish our paths would have been
If it wasn’t for this Oak Tree
How quickly this seed germinated
Our eyes could hardly see
I treasured every moment
Beneath this Oak Tree
As little children we play and hide
How sweet are those memories to me?
The games we played, the jokes we shared
Beneath this Oak Tree
I would never forget this Oak Tree dear
For she is very dear to me
It matters not how grey I get
For my Mother is that Oak Tree
I watched this tree as the leaves got dry
The limbs begin to break
I fell to my knees, and begged the Lord
“Please don’t you this Oak Tree take”
Lord, if this tree should bend its head
I dread that day to see
May time give way to that glorious day
When we meet in eternity.
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Kudos Cuckoo
Even the acerbic neem becomes honey
When your doubled, tripled coos-symphony
On the margosa
Gets contrived a harp-harmonica
'Bitter turned into sweeter'
Does say the crow
Pecking up the neem fruits
Up the tree flies like an arrow
To incubate your eggs
'Better do it faster'
So you utter
Knowing the reason sweeter
You coo coo and cuckooo
Your coos much we ooh
'Clappers we the listeners'
Down you then find us
Hap hap happily flapping wings
Safely then out your babes
You coo coo cuckooo....Kudos, kudos
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Get The Trees Wedded, Be Blessed
Carrying on with the wedded dolls
Once all were we kids
Had we any to disclose
The dolls to wed reasons?
What the reason sparrow marries crow
Pongal blessings we how borrow
Just tradition that custom perpetuates
Logic have we any to discourse?
And drive the drought wedded the donkeys
Thrive by the thought myriad ways
Why they taught old years' sentiments
Do ask we our immeasurable doubts?
Laugh off and shirk, don't we?
Yet get the trees three wedded
Sure we be blessed
Peepul to neem, peepul to banyan
Ceremony like man and woman conjoin
Matters not who to whom the matrimony
Spin around the trees breathing in the air free
Myth doeth guide us warded off evil
Lores fill with babies women fertile
And thank then the air the neem
Purifies, consecrates to gleem
True, this and that of the tree whole
Fit with humans properties medicinal
Born under the shade of a banyan
Like Krishna kids celestial in sworn
Root to top of banyan
Help cleansing toe to head pollution
Tree of wisdom the peepul
Envisioned the sages aerial
Curative qualities peepul's natural
Enlightened Buddhas many on earth eternal
Plant them, grow them friends
A pharmacy of nature in abundance
Get them wedded; Their myths and lores..
Let be; Let be too their medicinal scores
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Come In From The Outside
Come in from the outside
Don't be ashamed
Come in from the outside
And bless His name
It's all on the inside
Where His glory reigns
Enter in
Come in from the outside
Just as you are
Come in from the outside
You're not too far
It's all on the inside
Simply open your heart
Enter in
(Chorus)
Everybody everybody
Everybody everybody
Everybody everybody
Let everything that hath breath
Praise the Lord
Everybody everybody
Praise
We're the generation
That will give You praise and adoration
Let Your kingdom come
Let Your will be done
Establish now Your throne, oh my Lord
O my Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Praise You Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
We love You Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
O my Lord
(Repeat Chorus)
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Sitting in a car on a rainy evening in Bhopal
Evening rain glistens on the road
As bread is bought and bananas are
Turned over for ripeness and less ripeness.
The rain is dancing on the car roof;
From the car the camera tries to catch
The wet sun on the leaves of the corner tree
Soon the wipers catch fever and quickly
We make our way in a sea of umbrellas.
poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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