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An aspire / a longing for a new morning that will bring new paintings on the wings of butterflies and wipe out blood stains from news-papers.
The poem is published at Dhwani Pratidhwani newspaper Sunday literary edition on 21st February 2010.
regards
Hrushikesha Mohanty
7 comments:
Dear Mohanty babu,
Your poem NUA SAKAL is of different type. This reminds me an abstract on life, the simple words form a beautiful rainbow touches both points the writer and the reader. You are very successful keeping a strong hold between the both. I think sometime we should discuss more on concepts .
Your writings are expressive with simple thoughts . Keep this quality to
make your poem alive.
Thanks & Regards,
SD.
Sir, bahut badhiya heichhi...
ehi nua sakala nua kichhi ranga bhari deu aapananka life re...
Thanks,
-Amaresh
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Respected sir,
Poem ta bahuta badhia heichhi. Sir, this poem tells us to forget our past and welcome our future. Such a wonderful poem.
Sumagna
Bahut simple au effective...expression
Sir,
The poem "Nua Sakala" is very beautifully described using simple words. It is expressive and lucid.
Ananta Ojha
Dear Sir,
With reference to your NEW MORNING:
There was a time when a news of an accident on the front page of a news paper would have stirred the conscience of the reader and made him/her stunned and wonder whether we are living on this buautiful earth between a civilised society with good culture. That news item would have become the talk of the town for days.
BUT today, when we open the news paper, the front page is filled with the negative news of accidents, blasts, bombings, wars, crashes, thefts, burglings, murders, killings and natural calamities like floods, quakes, volcanos, tornados, hurricanes, sunamis, land slides ....etc
GOD! My God. How we bear all these things. It has become a routine and we are not at all surprised to find such news filling the FRONT PAGES of the news paper.
Somewhere I have read the quotes 'God creates and Man destroys'. Now I would say 'Man creates and Man destroys'.
The PAIN of the POET is reflected in the lines where it is hoped that one day a butterfly will come with good paintings on its wings and remove the bloodshed from the news paper.
C.K. Rajendran
Its a very impelling poem. The cherished new morning has to come for all, some day with magic wings for butterflies to paint new colors of life.
Regards
Bijaylaxmi
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