Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Oriya poem

"Your hut stands outside the city
Oh, untouchable maid
The bald Brahmin passes sneaking close by
Oh, my maid, I would make you my companion
Kanha is a kapali, a yogi
He is naked and has no disgust
There is a lotus with sixty-four petals
Upon that the maid will climb with this poor self and dance."

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found it somewhere on web, poet is kanhupa .. Mystical in nature will comment on this perhaps.