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.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Raja praja
Odisha rahu odi hoi
Odiabhasare odianku dhari
Odiabirodhinku kuhajau
Odisha birodhi.
Odia swapna aau odia
Na janithiba lokara
a thi nain stana
Odia bhasaku nei
Odishara janma.
Kana nain odishare
Dhana jana gopalaxmi
Mukti Shakti Bhakti
Achhi puni sarabishware
Odianka kat ti .
Jetedura jaichhi odiabhasa
setedura lambichhi odisha
Jouthinain seita nuhen odisha.
Rajapraja jie hua
Bhasaku n dele sammana
Tume nuhan odishara santana
Odishare rahi odishara khai
Paribani mari odishara aatma
Jouta odia Bhasa.
Kahuchhata kuha garbare
Mo bapadadi odia
Aau mu mo bhasa pain
aethi thia kuha tume
Kosaladhipati kalingadhipati
Utkala aau gadajati
Odisha rahu odisha hoi
Nilachakra sanketadhari
Gangathu godabai
Manabikatara nua mantra gai gai.
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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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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.
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And Pussy cat
Pussy pussy cat pussy cat
Where have you been
And pussy cat replied
He had been to London
To look at the queen
Again I asked Pussy cat
Where have you been
And pussy cat replied
He had been to Odisha
To look at English
Rule of Nabin.
Pussy cat pussy cat
Further I asked where
Have you been and
Pussy cat replied
He had been to see
Odia people who are fool
And how odia people
Still remain cool
Pussy pussy cat
I asked where have
You been and pussy cat
Replied he had been
To India to see
The democratic rule.
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Full Tight
It is river
Here there is no water
It is sky
Here there is no space
It is day
Here there is no light
It is odisha
Here there is no odia
What to say fight
nutbolt full tight.
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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Odisha Vavroovahana Patra
Odisha is proud for her freedom fighters;
Smiles with the beauty of Nature.
Mahanadi sings glory day and night;
Brahmani, Vaitarani flow in her lap with delight.
Mountains of Koraput look beautiful;
Melody of brooks are delightful.
Rivulets provide pleasure;
Beauteous is her Nature.
Bhargavi sings Gopabandhu’s Glory gaily;
Brahmani sings Bajia’s sacrifice melancholically.
In golden letters dazzles laxmana’s name at mathili;
Vir surendra Sai inspires people at Sambalpur valiantly.
Netaji Subhash is the pride of Kataka, Odia Bazar;
“Give me blood, I would give you Freedom”, the slogan to the nation inspires.
Papdahandi’s Pillar of martyrs dazzles for ever;
Beauteous, pure is Turi’s water.
Niranjana Ghosh’s name dazzles in history;
Odisha’s lap is flowery.
Indravati sings the glory of Nabarangpur;
Beautiful are the mountains in the lap of Nature.
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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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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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Ocean of Bravery Vavroovahana Patra
Netaji was born on 23rd January;
The day was august auspicious flowery.
Odia Bazar Kataka sings his glory day and night;
For crores of people fought against Britishres for freedom and delight.
Educated from Revenshaw Collegiate school, as a lion fought against
Britishers;
Gave up Indian civil service Desire.
“Give me blood, I would give you freedom” was his call and desire.
Built ‘Azad Hind Fauza ‘to fight against Britishers;
History sings his glory for bravery;
He is Odisha’s lion, its glory.
Janauinath Bhavana of Kataka reminds his memory;
With his dedication the nation is flowery.
President Hitler of germany embraced Subhasha with delight;
People of India enchanted with gaiety.
With the soldiers of “Azad Hind Fauza” threatened Britishers;
Britishers left India freeing India in the hands of fighters.
Subhasha Bose’s name dazzles in the pages of history;
Netaji inspires boys and girls to fight for honesty.
He is a Valiant warrior;
Being highly educated threatened the Britishers.
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I took oath
I took oath
In the first day of the
Month called 'Sankranti'
By odia calender
I fixed my programme
for the year
To devote my life
For the welfare of
Father and mother.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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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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All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
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Body Language
Words and music by freddie mercury
Give me body give me body body
Give me your body
Dont talk dont talk dont talk dont talk
Baby dont talk
Body language body language body language
Give me your body
Just give me yeah your body
Give me yeah your body
Dont talk
Body language huh huh
Body language body language
You got red lips snakes in your eyes
Long legs great thighs
You got the cutest ass Ive ever seen
Knock me down for a six any time
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Of body language of body language
Yeah sexy body sexy sexy body
I want your body
Baby youre hot
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
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The eleventh day of the eleventh month has always seemed to me to be special. Even if the reason for it fell apart as the years went on, it was a symbol of something close to the high part of the heart. Perhaps a life that stretches through two or three wars takes its first war rather seriously, but I still think we should have kept the name "Armistice Day." Its implications were a little more profound, a little more hopeful.
quote by Walt Kelly
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Women And City
actually time sleeps at night
while cities sleep in daytime
but their sleep gently touches
us in the evening as stale jasmines
remembered in time's sleep
their sleep is in opaque eyes
hidden in women's shadows
which get up and go after dusk.
poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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