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କେହି ଦେଖୁବା ନଦେଖୁ

ମୁଁ ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖୁଛି।

ମୁଣ୍ଡ କୁଣ୍ଡାଉଛି , ମୁହଁରେ କ୍ରିମ ମାଖୁଛି

ପେଣ୍ଟ, ସାର୍ଟରେ ଅତର ବୋଳୁଛି 

ଦେହ ,ମନରେ ଲାଗିଥିବା ସମୟର ଦାଗକୁ

ଲିଭେଇବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରୁଛି,

ବାରମ୍ବାର ଆଇନାରେ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖୁଛି

ଜୀବନସାରା ଦଉଡି ଦଉଡି କୋଉଠିବା ମୁଁ

ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖିଛି;

ସବୁକିଛି ଅନ୍ଧାର ହୋଇଯିବା ଆଗରୁ

ଟିକେ ନିଜକୁ ଭଲକି ଦେଖିନିଏ।


କେହି ଶୁଣନ୍ତୁବା ନଶୁଣନ୍ତୁ

ମୁଁ କହୁଛି- କିଛି କଥା, କିଛି ବ୍ୟଥା;

ଜୀବନଟା ନିଶବ୍ଦରେ କଟିଗଲା ଶୁଣି ଶୁଣି

ଏବେଟିକେ ମୁଁ ନିଜକଥା କହିବି:

କିଛି ସ୍ମୃତି, କିଛି ଚି଼ହ୍ନ

କିଛି ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ସକାଳ ଆଉ ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟାର

ଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତ ନିରବତା ।

କେହି ନଶୁଣିଲେ ନାହିଁ

ମୁଁ ମୋ ନିଜକଥା ଶୁଣିବି

ମନଭରି ଶୁଣିବି ନିର୍ବାକ,ନିଷ୍ପନ୍ଦ ହେଇଯିବା ଆଗରୁ।


ମୁଁ ଲେଖୁଛି,

କେହି ପଢୁବା ନପଢୁ-

ମୁଁ ପଢୁଛି ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ବାରମ୍ବାର

ସାଉଣ୍ଟୁଚି କିଛ ମହାର୍ଘ୍ୟ  ମୁହୂର୍ତ୍ତ

ସମୟର ନିଶୁନ ବେଳାଭୂମିରୁ।

ନିଜେ ଭିଜୁଛି , ଭିଜୁଛି ମୋ ଗତକାଲି

ହଜୁଛି ମୋ ଵିଵସ ବର୍ତମାନ

ଆଉ ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ଭବିଷ୍ୟତ 

କହିବି କହିବିବୋଲି ଜୀବନରେ

ବହୁତ କିଛି କହି ପାରିଲିନି,

କିଛି ଲେଖିଦିଏ

ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ବୁଝାଇବା ପାଇଁ

ଅତିକମରେ ମନର ବୋଝ ତ ଟିକେ ହାଲୁକା ହେଇଯିବ ।


ମୁଁ କହୁଛି, ଲେଖୁଛି

ବାରମ୍ବାର ଆଇନାରେ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖୁଛି

ନିଜେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖି, ଶୁଣି, କହି

ପ୍ରଲୁବ୍ଧ ହଉଛି, ଭୁଲିଯାଉଛି;

ଏଇଟା ବୟସର କେଉଁ ବାର

ଜୀବନର କେଉଁ ଋତୁ

ବର୍ଷା, ବସନ୍ତ ଅବା ବୈଶାଖ।


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19.20.2021

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