Stewardess Of New Age—a Poem By Denis Mair Translated Into Odia By Bharati Nayak Poem by Bharati Nayak

This is the ODIA translation of poem -' Stewardess of New Age ' by Denis Mair.Itranslated it into my native language ODIA on his request.Here is the originalpoem byDenis Mair.Stewardess of new Age Stewardessof New AgeWhen she first began work on the big jet linersOcean-hopping flights made an enviable career.Technology crafted knife-blades to cut through the skySo a hundred-ton craft could ride on the wind.And the stewardess' fuselage is my own dream of flightBut my dream falls behind her takeoff velocity.She is a believer in New Age philosophyTrusting her fate to a great pair of hands, Turbulence of air is unsteadiness of faith, Should a downward plunge come, her soul will win free.But I sit in this airplane, like a hurled stoneMy broken heart is working like a radar screenTo search out where the world falls on calamity; From outward to inward I sense the resonance, And this is the extent of my spiritual experience.She is well-poised, as if perched in flightBut I am always smelling aviation fuel; The metal around her gleams brightlyAs she is pushed ahead by roaring fire, But as we penetrate the roiling atmosphereI keep sensing embryonic typhoons.As the wheel of time advancesBig jets are not on the cutting edge, A jetliner trundles along like an airborne busAnd weary lines mark the stewardess' face.But that high-and-mighty gleam is still in her eyesBecause she still trusts in heavenly equationsTo transport her on wings into heavenly blue spaces. Denis Mair