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Poems By Poet Ratnakar Rout  7/12/2014 1:48:35 AM
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  RATNAKAR ROUT (28th August 1961)

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The busy bird returns to its’ nest at the end of the day
When the whole little world waits for him
With an adoring glance blended with enviable emotions
It gives up the social cover and relaxes
The darkness gradually conquers the earth
And when it retires in the lap of the mystery night
An exotic implausible dream keeps him
Pondering over the matter till the daybreaks.
The dream moves like a motion picture
Which he visualizes delicately
A reptile peeps into the cell
Through a sand hole
And notices another reptile snoring leisurely
It crawls inside crossing all barriers
Leaving its’ whole body somewhere outside
And bolts the compartment from inside
An absolute silence prevails there
During the midnight hour
Both the reptiles get hypnotized
And lose them in a sea of passion
With mutual consent and deep attraction
A generous storm sweeps away
Anything self-seeking at this hour
All controls lose control
All bounds break
And all joints relax, together they
Immerse in the ocean of endearing feelings
And fight a consented battle all through
The sensuous darkness is not for ever, they know
In the next morning when the bird appears in its nest
Deeply engrossed in yawning penance like a monk
No reptile is seen around
Usually dreams seldom come true
But give pleasant ride to the dreamer.
Ratnakar Rout




Confusion is the seed of relation
When relation grows
It breeds confusion
Only when one becomes
Some one of somebody
Can overpower confusion
And further the relation.

When unknown becomes known
A stranger becomes a relation
Culmination of confusion occurs
When at all there is no aspiration
From out of the existing relation.

And in fact it is the perfect relation
That lasts for many births
Yes, that is achieved
As of late I have discovered
What is my confusion?
Ratnakar Rout




Not very far from today
Only a few years back
When some one was asking for my
Cell phone, I was jealous
Not to part it with to any one
As it was considered very precious
Presently, I am bothered for my cell phone
I want to part it with some one
As long as he wants to have it
Since, I am tired of its undue interference
Where ever one goes he finds
People talking and talking only over their cell phones
They do not bother for any one or anything,
Even if for traffic, careless for their lives
As they move unmindful, create problems for
Other commuters, can ring up to any number
But when interrupted cut off the connection at once
With the expression, ‘sorry wrong number’
Undesired calls disturb now and then.
Not a single minute is left with the persons
To listen to their inner-self in silence
Adolescents are mostly busy in
Their cell phones at home but not with the task.
Nobody has time to interact in person with other.
Cell phone has isolated each one from others
But has connected to some, one wants to have in relation
At times which seems extremely perilous
Parents lament that the children have gone weird
And on the other hand children suffer from serious isolation
When parents appear busy in cell phone conversation
That ends in superficial family bonding
Cell phone has really brought a reverse social change
Though, it has made the communication easier
And reduced the gap and distance
It has disconnected people from themselves,
Widened the gap among the kith and kin and the society at large
It may help in business expansion, may save some one
From the face of the imminent trouble
But it has eaten away in to the thinking process and creativity
It has destroyed the coherence of expression
And may invite disaster for future generation
Widespread health hazards may mar the tomorrow
A catastrophe may fall upon the human race.
I have developed a fear psyche for my cell phone
And desire to get rid of it as I am scared. As I realized
It has already ruined my placid thoughts and emotional feelings
I myself a victim of its so called indiscriminating indispensability
I consider, it is like fire
If one deals with it carefully and consciously,
It serves faithfully, if one misuses,
The out come may be disastrous
Cell phone was considered a necessity
For humanity before its abundance
But now it has become a mania
And poses serious threat to social and national security
And becomes an impediment to mental peace
‘It is a demon, bewares of it’, may be the future slogan.
Ratnakar Rout




When waiting for a hair cut
I saw a rag clad lady baking cakes
Beneath a tree in front of a hut
Was sweating profusely
The summer morning sun was very cruel
And the humidity unbearable
The climate was unkind and harsh
An eight by eight feet hutment
Of polythene clad roof was looking like
A dungeon and housing a family of five members
A typical slum area of the market place
Where there was heaps of garbage here and there
Residents were accustomed to pungent smell and bad odour
A narrow passage was in-between the huts and
A tiny temple, the place of worship
That was the resting place of the market dwellers
The lady shouted at the younger son who had
Just finished his bath in a road side water tap
And he was completely drenched and bare
She too ordered him in local slang to convey the elder son
Roaming in the market carefree with birthday hangover
To take bath before the water supply gets discontinued at 8.30AM
And have a ‘darshan’ to the God on this auspicious occasion
Conveying the message he came back quickly
And entered in to the hut
The lady expressed artificial anger on him
And directed the youngest daughter to
Transmit her instructions to
The eldest son for taking bath and to come soon
Her husband while changing
His wet clothes on the temple varandah
Could not digest the rudeness of his wife
Repeatedly expressed by her on
The conduct of the eldest child on his birthday
He cautioned the lady mildly
The youngest daughter intimated
In the mean while that her brother is
In waiting to take bath as the public water
Tap is over crowded. Restlessly the lady
Was baking the cake and doing
Other works in between with renewed enthusiasm
I was watching this fabulous birthday
Preparation of the entire family and became
Amazed at this matchless eagerness and curiosity
That is rarely found in the families living in plenty
It is always not true that people in lots
Will be happy always and people with
A little means of livelihood cannot enjoy life and live happily
It is the attitude how one accepts life
With what means one has in his kit.
I marked the insurmountable family bond
And mutual love and affection amidst acute poverty
Which are usually not seen in plenty?
The relation was pure, unadulterated
And minds were as transparent as morning sky
No hypocrisy, no artificiality, no back biting, nothing like
Unhealthy and unpalatable bickering were noticed
Looking at them I introspected myself
While waiting there calmly and felt
As if I have lost something very dear to me somewhere
But the very next moment I realised
I am endowed with immense pleasure
And have regained instantly some precious lost treasure
Ratnakar Rout

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