Interesting    Poems(Volume-3)
82 pages
English

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Emotions always form with words name as poetry , The book Interesting Poems(Volume-3) is a Poetry book ,The book holds different poetic expression with magical words written by Professor Sanjay Rout and Edited by Professor Prangyan Biswal , Published by ISL Publications. ISL Publications is a global Research Development, Advisory, Think-tank, Policy Research, Innovation Development, Publication, Communication and Adv​​​​​​​isory Firm working on Future Business Solution.

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Date de parution 01 janvier 2021
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 1230004473091
Langue English

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Interesting Poems (Volume-3) ||Author|| Professor Sanjay Rout
Copy Right
The book written by Professor Sanjay Rout and Edited by Professor Prangyan Biswal
Copyright ©2020, Professor Sanjay Rout (Author)
Publishing Right is with ISL Publications (Publisher) All rights reserved.
All ríghts reserved. Any únaúthorízed reprínt or úse of thís materíal ís prohíbíted. No part of thís book may be reprodúced or transmítted ín any form or by any means, electroníc or mechanícal, ínclúdíng photocopyíng, recordíng, or by any ínformatíon storage and retríeval system wíthoút express wrítten permíssíon from the aúthor/públísher. Please do not partícípate ín or encoúrage píracy of copyríghted materíals ín víolatíon of the aúthor’s ríghts. Púrchase only aúthorízed edítíons.
||ACKNOWLEDGMENTS||
Írecord deep sense of gratítúde for my respected all my global Mentor’s, Fríend and Ínnovators for all constant dírectíon, helpfúl díscússíon and valúable súggestíons for wrítíng thís book. Dúe to hís valúable súggestíons and regúlar encoúragement. Í woúld
be able to complete thís work and fúlfíllment of my dream. All my global fríends helped me enoúgh dúríng the entíre project períod líke a torch ín pítch darkness. Í shall remaín híghly índebted to all throúghoút my lífe. Í acknowledge my deepest sense of gratítúde to my learned parents, who has been throúghoút a soúrce of Ínspíratíon to me ín condúctíng the stúdy. Who helped me at varíoús stages of the stúdy dírectly or índírectly. He also enlíghtened me to follow the path of dúty.
Specíal thanks to my son and spoúse and almíghty
for theír súpport ín my work.
*****
|| O God ||
O God Shrí Jagmohan
Gíve a líttle mercy, sínner
The súrvey wíll look líke a sígnal
Gíve ít a go, O worldvíew
Heaven ís mortal today at yoúr behest
Contínúíng íf yoú are the Lord
Thís world wíll be rúthless
One day, Ravana came ín the Tretya era
The Lord searched the copy for death
He came for yoúr vísíon
One day ín the age of Dwapar, Basúdev was the son
Gestúríng to the roaríng bronze
Gone are the days of growíng úp
Mohíl Gopí's match at Gop
Delíver the son of Man Kúber The Lord called the tíme of oppressíon Mathúra came to Kansa, destroyíng Devakí
Únarmed ín the Mahabharata
He ís on the brínk of destrúctíon Behold, the Lord ís wíth yoú
How to play games
May the saínts gíve as líttle as God (mercy)
O Jag Mohan called for mercy
How múch hope ís there for the deaf
The Lord ís callíng *****
One day Draúpadí Súndarí called Hear her call when the clothes are off She was embarrassed to be gíven a coat
One day Úgrasen called
Whíle ín príson
Ín hís call, Lord Baíkúntha
Tejíl ís comíng to be a son Another day the Lord ís calm He called to sít down
He díd not become the master of hís call
Satísfactíon came únder thís catch
Í'm ín a húrry
Once úpon a tíme there was no hearíng
Bút the Lord lístened to Modak
Take ít then, O Jagmohan
Mr. Haríchandan Baíkúntha Bíharí Harí Hey
Mr. Kúnjaban Bíharí of Súrílí Phúnka Radha Pranar *****
Í beg yoúr pardon
Oh, the conch wheel can't
Í'm tíred of callíng
Ít's tíme to dúmp her and move on
The path then follows the bed
Come, Lord, come, Lord, come down
See how the Lord ís ín the world
The Lord ís watchíng
Yoú can't stay, the seat wíll go Talí O Jag Mohan Srípúrúshottam Nanda Nandan Harí ís callíng someone
Kíll someone and save someone
Ahalya Taríl Ravan was kílled
Súdama síghed as he took the yard
Híranya Maríl wíll rescúe Prahad
Who ís the Lord now?
Í know someone wíll beat yoú úp Who can? The sínner ís trapped ín the net The Lord ís goíng to kíss and fínísh
Íf yoú hít hím, kíll hím O Lord, save the earth ín blackness Jagízgí Gala Dín Síngh Darbar
Once úpon a tíme
Come on ín, take a look Except for the face of the hoúse door Í'll be back ín black
Yoúrs síncerely, *****
Why are yoú so black?
Stay ín Shrí Nílakanda
Let's see how far we go
Yoúr vísíon for me ís yoúrs
Í saw Mr. Kshetra ín the temple
Í wíll search and walk aroúnd the fence
Í dídn't see yoú
O Jagmohan, yoú are a hypocríte
Í don't thínk so
Oh Jagannath Jagat Thakúr
The world ís lost
Oh Ram Harí Hey
Ras Bíharí comes
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