Mystery Of Indravati
MR VAVROO VAHANA PATRA., nabarang pur Odisha, india
MYSTERY OF INDRAVATI
Man may come and man may go
But Indrā vati goes on for ever
From time immemorial she flows,
A lovely river in the lap in nature.
She comes from hills with transparent,
Pure, celestial, dazzling water;
With the touch of morning sunshine
The wavy water gleams and glimmers.
With the touch of setting sun-beams
Slivery turns the transparent water.
Later, the moons glimmering beams
Create a mysterious splendour;
The serpent-like curvy river
Is lovely with magnificent luster.
The nearby crematorium calls
All human beings to the lap of fire;
The cremation ground sings of
The eternal truth and terror.
Human soul, heart and mind
Is filled with dread and fear.
When man dies, for supreme bliss
Searches the soul and upward veers
Leaving nature and lovely creation
And all his near and dear.
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Crematorium
Crematorium, the Eternal Truth
Keeps the account of death,
the Eternal Truth,
Eternal souls
perish from this transient earth.
The fire of the crematorium
Sings the glory, dignity of
Eternal soul with glee and mirth.
The pebbles, the dust, the tinny bushes,
the tulsi plant are pure and sanctified,
awaits for human souls,
beloved’s life leaving behind the lover,
she is a devastating deity
remains on the river valley for ever.
All the human beings get the icy touch of death;
the melody of crematorium
reverberates in the mild breeze
touching the pure “Indravati’s” water
blaming the human life’s birth.
Man comes to go,
“Indravati” goes on for ever, she is the witness
of all the souls’ departure, dazzles, smiles with
the mystery of earth with
glittering transparent water.
Man commits mischief
Being aware of death’s call.
Worldly attachment, entertainment makes him
blind, hesitates to dedicate his life
for the service of the poor, destitute
hoards money for future,
desires to remain behind wealth’s wall.
Oh God! How wonderous is thy creation!
The beggar begs from door to door
to reap the result of past life,
the rich enjoys in palatial
buildings with wine and woman
freeing his transient tension,
though life is uncertain.
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Creation
Vavroovahana patra. Odisha, India
Jasmine laments to be a garland of flowers;
Devotee cries in front of Divine Father.
Beloved bewails for lovers;
Child searches for mother.
Lotus desire for the Sun;
Hymn delivers from the Nun
Lily aspires the beamy kiss of Moon;
Soul desires to mingle in the Supreme Soul soon.
Brook mingles in the river;
Its the Eternal Law of Nature.
River merges in the ocean.
Its a mystery of the Creation.
THANK YOU
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Haze
Vavroo vahana patra
Haze covers the Earth;
Where goes the human mirth?
Fog does not pass your ray;
Hindrance created in creature’s gay.
The mist spreads over the blossom;
How cheerfully it can bloom!
It disappears with the beam of Sun;
How lovely looks the morn!
Oh Sun, your appearance desired for human pleasure
which is the eternal law of Nature
ye come and create delight in flower;
That’s the boon of plants and ours.
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My India
MR VAVROO VAHANA PATRA, ODISHA, INDIA.
(Dedicated to Anna Hazare)
MY INDIA
Majestic are her mountains;
Melodious are her fountains.
Splendid are her vast oceans;
Mysterious is God’s creation.
India is rich in rivers
And beautiful innocent creatures
God endowed Earth with Nature;
This is the art of the Supreme power
Lovely are the flowers & creepers;
Nature fulfils all creatures’ desires.
Birds fly in the sky merrily.
Poets depicts them in verses gaily
Mild breeze blows day & night.
Deities, devotees, poets, live with delight.
My India is an abode of Gods & hermits,
People of all religion live in it.
They live under the umbrella of democracy
Politics works hand-in- hand with bureaucracy
Industrialist providing employment develop the nation
Honest politicians serve the poor in God’s creation
India smiles with many a film industry
Film stars enchant us with their beauty
Co-operation is the pride of Indian citizens
Poets and scientists bring forth new creation.
Thank you jai hind, cell- +919853390060
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Nature And Poet
Nature is the diet of a poet,
from natural beauty
poet derives immense pleasure,
drinks the nectar from the flowing down
Himalayan hilly stream, fulfils the long cherished
desire, translates into reality
the sweet lovely dream;
The tiny brook dazzles with the morn’s Sun beam.
Oh Lord Siva! Ye reside on ‘Kailash Mountain’;
Beside Ye flows down the magnificent
alluring mysterious
transparent water of the fountain.
Devotees pray thee for a bliss;
from the ‘Abode of peace’
Ye fulfil their desire and wish;
they sleep in the lap of Nature,
receive Nature’s kiss.
Poet is a worshipper, preacher
in the temple of Nature;
With indomitable enthusiasm
pens verses with tranquillity,
serenity, sanctity, being pure.
Man comes and goes;
poet’s verses remain for ever;
As a brook flows down eternally
in the lap of Nature.
Poet’s poem dazzles in golden letters
on the pages of history;
Depicts the Eternal Truth of Earth,
the beauty of Nature,
and the mystery.
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Prachi Vavroovahana Patra
Prachi is beautiful;
Birds play on both sides are delightful.
Her water is pure;
Flows with a muttering in the lap of Nature.
At Kakatapur Prachi flows delightfully;
All creatures bathe in the river pleasantly.
Bathes the cosy feet of mother affectionatively;
All devotes enjoy the beauty devotionally.
From time immemorial Prachi flows in the lap of Nature gleefully;
Magnifies the beauty of Nature pleasantly.
Provides water to all creatures;
Creatures live with pleasure.
Prachi is a Deity on Earth;
Bathing in the chilly water all derive mirth.
Allures women, men in morning;
Purifies the souls of human beings, the morn is delighting.
Peace reigns in the lap of Prachi daily;
Women, men, guys, girls enjoy the beauty gaily.
Devotees bathe in the water peacefully;
Mind is filled with peace eternally.
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Mother Mangala: Deity Of Deities
Mother Mangala’s temple beside the
river ‘Prachi’ dazzles with the Sun ray,
Devotees’ mind concentrated, surrendered
Under thy feet with glee, gaiety, souls
bathed with delight feel gay.
From time immemorial, remote past the
Deity of Deities pervades on the tranquil
serene sanctified glaring altar.
The Shrine is endowed, wreathed with
garlands of love, affection and with beautiful
lovely flower.
She blessth the human creatures, deities
Of Heaven as an eternal brook of pleasure,
love and affection.
Diseased, disappointed, rich, poor,
anguished pray thee to free the plight and
tention.
Thy shrine is a Heaven on Earth, Ye
Create in human beings delight and mirth.
Ye shower bliss, benevolence, love affection
Fraternity, purity on human creature,
With thy touch their souls become pure
sitting on the shrine in the lap of nature.
‘Deities of Heaven’ pray before ye to
operate the generation.
The water of “Prachi” river washes thy
feet for ever without hesitation.
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Nature
MR VAVROOVAHANA PATRA, nabarangpur, odisha, India
NATURE
Grass is green; on it falls the sun-shine.
The peasant on the field with a plough looks thin.
The paddy plants look beautiful and green,
Goats graze in the field; they are nine.
A stream flows down with a muttering sound,
Attracts poets as drunkards to wine!
The mountain is bald but still looks beautiful;
The river water’s sound is tuneful.
Moon-beams kiss the paddy plant,
Fulfilling the desire of peasants and their wants.
God’s nature is mysteriously beautiful,
Deriving pleasure from it, farmers become dutiful.
THANK YOU
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Mahanadi Poet Vavroovahana Patra
Mahanadi Flows from time immemorial on Earth;
Pure water attracts people with mirth.
Mom's fun mirrors on the water;
Beholding, devotees desire pleasure.
Sun god lessees the river in mom;
The purple beam plays on the water in dawn.
The river is miraculous, mysterious.
Allures all lovers with pleasure.
The lap of Nature in ever enchanting;
The river is ever delighting.
Cosy pebbles, sands allure travelers;
Lovers sit on cosy sands with pleasure.
Brudhalinga on the river allures the poet;
Poet surrenders on the feet of got with delight.
God is adomed with fragrant flower;
Allures all devotees with pleasure.
The pure water bathes the feet of Almighty;
The river is proud with gaiety.
Fragrance of flowers enhances devotion;
Devotees enjoy the beauty of god's creation.
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Mahanadee Vavroovahana Patra
Mahanadee is beautiful;
Lovers are delightful.
Boys play on the river;
Guys roam with pleasure.
Sands dazzle with sun ray;
Poet derives peace, gay.
Pebbles dazzle naturally;
Lovers enjoy the beauty gaily.
Pure water flows on the river;
Sun beam plays on the water.
Sun God mirrors on the water;
The spectacle allures writers.
Poet depicts verses gaily;
Derives peace silently.
Sun rise is beautiful;
The morn is delightful.
Sun god smiles in Eastern Horizon;
Beauteous is the mysterious creation.
Poet surrenders on sun God’s Lotus Feet;
Mind enchants with delight.
Mahanadee is a Deity;
Provides peace, gaiety.
Flows on Odissa’s soil gaily;
Mingles in Bay of Bengal lovingly.
The lovely river magnifies the beauty of Nature;
Allures poets, writers with pleasure.
Poet surrenders on God’s feet on the river;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace, pleasure.
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Brook Of Gaiety
Woman is endowed with beauty;
Is a lovely beautiful Deity.
Innocent woman is a brook of Delight;
Her love is a brook of gaiety.
Woman tolerates worries anxieties delightfully;
In a lovely family lives gaily.
As a river she is chaste, endowed with sacrifice;
Is adorned with simplicity, Divine Bliss.
Providing water, electricity the river smiles gaily;
Providing love, affection, kiss, embracement smiles delightfully.
Is a mother tolerating pain patiently;
In a lovely society lives peacefully.
With waste products the river is transparent, pure;
Contents all creatures’ thirst and desire.
The river is pure with the touch of sun ray;
In plants, animals and people provides gay.
Woman garlanded with jasmine is a Beauty;
Is a fairy from Heaven is a Deity.
The silvery face allures lover day and night;
Is a fairy of Indra’s paradise provides delight.
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O Bee!
O BEE!
VAVROO VAHANA PATRA
O Bee! How beautifully you build your honey-comb!
But greedy men, for the sake of honey, demolish your home!
With what intensive industry you store your honey!
But cruel human beings steal and sell it to earn money!
You save your honey to be used by your kith in future;
But, very sadly it becomes prey to human desire.
Your sweet honey is gone; your lovely home is gone!
How ugly looks the tree and the vernal morn!
People, too, save money for their future generation;
But thieves and dacoits snatch it and make it their own possession.
Thus, one mortal’s savings are plundered by another;
But “ Ill got, ill spent” it the law of even nature.
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Ocean of Purity Vavroovahana Patra
Beautiful Mahanadee flows with gaiety;
In all creatures plays waves of delight.
The vast river mingles in the Ocean;
She magnifies the beauty of creation.
All creatures quench thirst drinking water;
Bathing in the river derive purity, pleasure.
The river smiles in the lap of Nature;
Attracts all creatures, pure for ever.
Hindus, Muslims, Christians bathe in the same water;
All are sisters and brothers.
She penetrates rays of purity in all people of Earth;
The lovely river is an Ocean of mirth.
Sun beam kisses the river, magnifies her beauty;
Her lap is a perennial brook of delight.
Lovers enjoy on the cosy sandy lap of rivers;
Solitude, peace, love reigns for ever.
Poets depict poems, derive inspiration;
She is a fairy, Beauty of God’s creation.
Weary travellers rest a while for peace and pleasure.
The lovely bride contents their desire.
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Friendship
MR VAVROO VAHANA PATRA, ODISHA, INDIA, +919853390060
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship is an eternal brook of nectar-
Nectar of love and affection
Which friends drink with elation.
It is an everlasting gift of the creator.
Friendship is a rivulet of fraternity-
Of attraction and attachment,
Of sharing and caring.
Men may come and go but friendship lasts with eternity.
Friendship is an ever green plant on earth-
With love and deep roots,
Though sweet or bitter its fruits.
In times of stress and strain friendship proves is worth.
Thank you
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Wintery Nature
WINTERY NATURE
MR. Vavroo vahana patra
Slivery haze, as white clouds, sails over the Earth;
Poets enjoy the wintery beauty of nature with mirth.
The beauty of roses does not display itself gaudily;
Sunrays fall on them slowly and gradually.
The Sun eventually smiles in the eastern horizon;
Alluring, attracting, enticing is God’s creation!
Man marvels as starts Nature’s beautification;
God’s bliss streams on it with His benediction.
Nature, with her eternal beauty, fills with delight;
Poets’, devotees’ and chaste women’s minds aright.
As sunrays kiss the soft petals of roses so coy,
Poets are enchanted and their beauty heartily enjoy.
Deity of deities Lord Shiva blesses the devotees gracefully
As the serene shrine dazzles with the sunrays gaily.
Beautiful indeed looks now the wintery dawn
And devotees meditate in silence in the quiet morn.
As Mother’s temple too glitters with the sunbeam,
Devotees drink the nectar of love from Her Love’s stream.
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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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In nature's lap
It was a lovely day
I found myself in nature's lap
Surrounded by the 5 elements of nature
There was the blue sky above me
There was the chilled river on one side
There was a small camp fire lit on the other side
There was the vast earth below me
And a cool breeze was blowing from all sides
As if nature was protecting me
I had become the nature's child
There was no perturbing noise to distract the tranquility
I felt I had become one among the nature
My whole soul was at peace
Free of all stresses of the human life
Oh what a lovely expedition it was....
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Tamasa
O Tamasa! you are pretty beautiful,
The Water makes the human mind cool
Are you a fairy from Heaven,
Or a nun from the Himalayan Mountain?
The sand, pebbles are sanctified and pure,
Ye ‘Beauty Queen’ are the gift of Nature.
Nature surrenders on your chastity;
How serene, magnificent is your naturality
On you the sun smiles in the morn;
How wonderous and glamorous is the dawn!
The village boys’ sweem in the day
It’s their loving game and gay!
My mother, give me a handful of water
To quench the thirst in summer.
Man may come and man may go,
But you go on for ever to and fro.
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Nocturnal Nightingale Vavroovahana patra
Fogs swim in the cloudy dark sky;
Moon beam falls on it as a night spy.
The mist dazzles, blooms, beautifies with rosy cosy kiss of beam;
Haze shines as wavy vapour, tranquil transparent serene solitary water of a stream.
Misty waves passes through the air;
Early waves passes through sea's water.
She roams covers the boughs, leaves, buds, foliage;
As if the green waves covers the sea-shine to mileage.
Moon beholds her face on the mirror of nocturn's blossomy dew;
From the millions the allures very few.
Nocturnal Nightingale is an eternal bliss of Nature.
Create a Brook of amusement in the tiny creature.
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Brook
The tiny sweet silvery brook murmurs;
She reverberates, echoes and rends the air,
With charming muttering
She flows down;
A fascination and enchantment
created nearby the town.
She, through curvy ways mingles
in the rivulet;
The stream bubbles with tremendous current.
Passes through the trees, plants and foliages as a
serpent,
For nothing of the worldly creatures she repents.
The ‘Bonny Bride’ kisses her lover;
She sleeps and rests in his lap for ever.
It’s a mystery of the great creator;
This is an eternal law of perennial Nature.
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