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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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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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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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Flower Vavroovahana Pa

Flower blossoms naturally;
Beautifies nature silently.
Pervades fragrance in air;
Allures bees with pleasure.

Dazzles with sun beam;
Bees collect honey forms flowers’ stream.
Does not hesitate to flow honey;
Has made the Nature flowery.

She smiles in the lap of Nature;
Enchants the minds of poets with pleasure.
Poet’s derive inspiration;
Enjoy the beauty of creation.

A tiny flower is endowed with beauty;
Allures lovers with gaiety.
Beautiful flower tranquilises mind daily;
Deities enjoy the beauty gaily.

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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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Utkalamanee Vavroovahana Patra

Bearded man comes to serve the destitute;
Bhargavee sings his glory with people’s gratitude.
Brother Gopabandhu served Odissa’s people as a real brother;
Beautiful Suando smiles with proide in the Lap of Nature.

Bakulavana’s Kokilakavee (a poet as cuckoo of the Bahula forest) serves people enthusiastically;
Benevolent heart of Utkalamanee enchants delightfully.
Beggars hungry fed by him sympathetically;
Boys and girls inspired with affection gleefully.

Bhagavat(Divine) quality pervades in his heart;
Beauteous is the actions of the hermit.
Blossoms of love, fraternity bloom in the society;
Breeze of sacrifice kisses all people with gaiety.

Behavior of Utkalamani inspired youths for human service;
Brother Gopabandhu was endowed with Divine Bliss.
Benediction, inspiration of Gopabandhu takes people on right path;
Brilliant poetic expressions pervades rays of mirth.

Bright sun beam kisses his lovely village during the day;
Butterflies kiss his garden’s flowers with gay.
Beloveds and lovers enlighten the path of the Great soul devotionally;
Bhargavee kisses with pure water affectionatively.

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Nature Is Bountiful

Nature is whispering
Light winds over the hills and dales
And is spreading its sunshine
Over beautiful vales

For nature is bountiful
With its glory and shine
And wonderful colors
Of rainbow hue fine

For nature is the art of gracious God
Who spreads his bliss for all
In the form of beautiful flowers and clouds
All trees and brooks and rainbow small

For God sends for us autumn and spring
With their beauty, grace and delight
Where birds dance and joyously sing
To make it a beautiful and a priceless sight

For nature is bountiful
And inspires us to live
In its astonishing beauty
That is present and alive

So let the peace of God Almighty flow
Through calm waves or sunshine hue
And listen carefully to the whispering wind
That nature is spreading like a morning dew.

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My Heart Sings

My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.

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I'd Like To Know More About Nature

I'd like to know more about Nature for of Nature so little i know
Though we see the beauty she creates and the beautiful things she does grow
Her rill that is born by the mountain flows downland by many a hedgerow
And it swells into a mighty river and on towards the ocean does flow.

I'd like to know more about Nature for Nature is an amazing thing
The song bird who sings in your garden sings the same song his father did sing
This is just one wonder of Nature how a small bird remembers a song
And passes it on through his genes to his offsprings a secret that to Nature belong.

I'd like to know more about Nature for of Nature i know little at all
Though i just like billions of others can recognize some birds and animals by their call
Great human minds have studied Nature but they only do learn to realize
That there is far more to our Earth Mother far more to her than meets our eyes.

I'd like to know more about Nature though i look at her every day
She guards her secrets with secrecy and from us she hides them away
And those who say they know all of Nature are those who do broadcast a lie
And Nature she lives on forever and we like all of her life forms must die.

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Beauty Autumn Vavroovahana Patra

Autumn comes with gaiety;
Alluring Nature smiles with delight.
Attracting in her beauty;
All creatures enchant with delight.

Beauteous looks the lap of Nature;
Benevolent god blesses all creatures.
Boys and girls return from school delightfully.
Best is the Autumn plays allure gaily.

Crows play happily on the tree;
Cows graze on the field being free.
Cattles look beautiful;
Cow-boy plays with them are delightful.

Dogs roam hither, thither are obedient;
Days pass quickly, peasants pray mother with merriment.
Deity of deities Devi Durga prayed everywhere;
Devee loves all creatures.

Eve looks beautiful;
Every hearts are delightful.
Evening brings pleasure;
Entire Earth smiles with pleasure.

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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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Yellow blossoms Vavroovahana Patra

Yellow blossoms of mango bloom beautifully;
Poet enjoys the beauty delightfully.
Innocent village looks beautiful;
Peasants enchant being delightful.

Vernal breeze kisses the blossoms cordially;
Fragrance of blossoms brings encouragement enthusiastically.
In spring Nature looks beautiful;
All creatures enjoy the beauty being delightful.

Mother Vinapanee smiles on Earth;
People surrender on Mother’s feet with mirth.
Poet chants Mother’s hymns gaily;
Peasants surrender on Mother’s feet joyously.

Cuckoo sings delightfully on the tree;
In the lap of Nature the innocent bird is free.
Mother ble+ssth guys and girls to proceed on right path;
People of all religions smile with mirth.

Nature is a Bride adorned with Beauty;
She is a Brook of Delight.
Poet depicts verses delightfully.
Devotes surrender on Mother’s feet g

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The Banyan Tree Vavroovahana Patra

Banyan tree looks beautiful;
Birds fly on the tree are delightful.
Beauteous is the environment;
Beautiful leaves provide merriment.

Green trees provide oxygen daily;
God guys and girls rest beneath the tree gaily.
Glad lovers derive peace;
Glamorous atmosphere provides Divine Bliss.

Valley’s trees attract travelers;
Valiant poets enjoy the beauty with pleasure.
Various birds play on the tree gaily;
Vagabond boys enjoy the beauty enthusiastically.

The tree on road side entices women, men daily;
Travelers enjoy the beauty gaily.
Birds fly gleefully;
Children plays beneath the tree pleasantly.

Nature lures all travelers;
Provides peace pleasure.
Beauty of Nature is enticing;
Poets are delighting.

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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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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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Lotus Vavroovahana Patra

Lotus smiles on the pond;
She is a beautiful creation of God.
Magnifies pond’s beauty;
Poet beholds beauty with gaiety.

Chilly breeze kisses delightfully;
Sun beam kisses lovingly.
Virgins enjoy the beauty gaily;
Passers-by behold the beauty gladly.

Poet enjoys the beauty silently;
Mind remains in the realm of peace glee fully.
Soul drinks the nectar of peace;
Mind surrenders on Natures feet, derives Divine Bliss.

The lovely flower is detached from water;
With sun beam dazzles with pleasure.
With the breeze dances gaily;
Waves on the pure cool water silently.

Being detached from worldly attachment remain peacefully;
As Lotus on the water smiles gaudily.
Worldly attachment provides displeasure.
Being as Lotus live with pleasure.

A tiny flower allures lovers daily;
Poets depict poems delightfully.
Provides everlasting pleasure;
Nature’s peace provider for ever.

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Dew Vavroovahana Patra

In Dew haze covers the Earth;
Plants do not smile with mirth.
Creatures derive displeasure;
Sun shrine reveals the beauty of Nature.

Occasional rain falls in the morn;
In sun beam beauteous looks the dawn.
Sun ray brings pleasure;
Beauteous is the cosy lap of Nature.

Women pray god delightfully;
Sing His Glory gaily.
He is everywhere;
Plays in the lap of Nature.

Women pray god on Monday;
It’s a beauteous August day.
Offer fragrant blossoms, flowers;
God contents honest devotee’s desires.

Temples allure women, men in morn;
The shrine is spectacular in the dawn.
God blessth devotees on the altar;
Satisfies honest devotee’s desire.

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Ocean Of Inspiration

Mother Veenapanee is the Deity of Deities;
She is an ocean of Delight.
Devotees chant the sweet name with gaiety;
Poets surrender on the cosy feet with Delight.

Mother Saraswatee is a brook of inspiration;
Poets enchant with new creation.
Pray mother delightfully;
Devotees surrender on the flowery feet gaily.

Mother eradicates illiteracy;
Is wisdom’s Deity.
Appears in vernal morn;
Beauteous looks the chilly dawn.

Mother shows the bright path;
Depicting honey verse poets derive mirth.
Their names dazzles in golden letters in pages of history;
The poems inspire the nation enthusiastically.

Mother’s bliss showers on the sons day and night;
She is a brook of inspiration and Delight.
Loves all innocent creatures;
Providing conscience contents their desire.

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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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Lily Poet Vavroovahana Patra 9853390060, INDIA

Lily smiles delightfully;
Poet enjoys the beauty gaily.
Silvery Lily allures in morn;
Beauteous is the dawn.

Beautiful is wintry Nature;
Lovely are the creatures.
Sun beam magnifies the beauty;
Mind enchants with gaiety.

Silvery Bride smiles gaily;
Allures lovers enthusiastically.
Insane lovers drink the nectar of beauty;
Mind contents with gaiety.

Beauteous is the creation;
Praying, poet derives his benediction.
Derives peace;
Derives Divine Bliss.

The Heavenly Bride farcifies lover;
Provides Divine pleasure.
Pure Bride tranquilises mind daily;
Poet’s mind enchants gaily.

The dream girl encourages for a bright future;
The Beauty princess is a treasure of peace in the lap of Nature.
The Beauty vergin is joy forever;
Come and enjoy the beauty of the Virgo, the fairy, drink the nectar of peace, pleasure.

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We Sing History

History sings, sings what?
Violence? Peace? No.
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears.
Like birds chirping
early in the morning.
We learn it. We treasure it.
We sing it… we sing it.
We became part of it.

It was always burning
since the world’s been turning…

History is an endless song.
Distressing, cheerful.
So many cries, so many deaths.
They fought for freedom,
we fight for peace.
Have we won?

Haven’t they heard we won the war
what do they keep on fighting for?

History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears?
Like stars gleaming
in the dark naked sky.
It’s always there.
So why sing it? Why hear it?
Why learn it? Why treasure it?
Because…
we’re part of it….

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