This mask I wear
holds me into life
filtering my moments against nano particles
that rush like meteorites to crush my face
...
Morning was bright
and brighter were his men
after many a twist and turn,
he was born,
...
Relation is always a two way traffic-
Giving and receiving, together to think
Only our selfish motifs mar the relation
And confuse life when we're so inhuman
...
The tranquility into which I often tread
out at the river bay or in my cosy bed
like an opium dose it only blurs my emotion
causing me to scamper and to avoid
...
The supreme self sits within everyone of us
In the composed state and above every fuss
A watcher of our actions from birth till death
A stoic always, away from our pain and mirth
...
Dr Prafulla K. Panda, MA, M.Phil., Ph.D is the son of Mr. Krupasindhu Panda & Mrs Tulasi Panda. He is a College teacher by profession and a poet by passion, Dr Panda's poetic trajectory traverses across human life, society and beyond. His wide range of verses delve into intricacies of human relationship diving in its myriad shades of love, passion, emotion, mortality and death. At times he becomes otherworldly when he takes his readers on a poetic flight into the cosmic world of Nature and sketches a picturesque portrayal of its beauty and bounty. Exploration of socio- cultural and political avenues is yet another hallmark of his poetry. Like a mystic he never fails to surprise by blending the concrete with the abstract, the near with the far and the material with the spiritual. For Dr Panda, poetry is not merely a tapestry of words but each word is a microcosm of the whole that opens the windows of eternal bliss and contentment. That poetry must be moulded in purest and sincere emotions and poetic sensibility in divine nature constitutes his poetic spirit. His poetry celebrates both free and rhymed verse though the latter often dominates the poetic structure. His preferred genre is Tercinnet (4- three lined verse followed by a couplet while rhyming together or alternatively) . Dr Panda is a widely published poet. His poems have been published in various national and international anthologies, magazines, e- books and online platforms and translated to other languages too. He has published three collections of poetry namely" Bounty of Silence: Verses Unveiling the Songs of Soul" , 'Beacon of Hope: A Symphony of Verses' & 'Wilting Love: Songs of the Soul'. He has also edited an inter-continental anthology " Beyond the Horizon" . He is the Recipient of 'Dr B. R. Ambedkar Lifetime Achievement Award'; 'Golden Pen Award 2023' & 'The Ambassador of Peace' from Global Writers Academy; 'The Christmas Literary Honours 2023' from Motivational Strips; 'Outstanding Poet of the Year 2023' and The Poet of the Year 2024' from The Temple of Impeccable Writers; and 'The Poet of the Year 2023,2024 & 2025' from The International Poetry; 'The Poet of the Year 2023,2024 & 2025' from African Poetry Giant, 'The Poet of the Year 2024 from Sophy's Hub Library, The World of Poets, and The Passion of Poetry & 'Bhanusingha Literary Award 2025' jointly from The Daily Global Nation and Global Writer's Academy; 'The Poet of Nature' award from Daily Global Nation; and 'The Writer's Honoured Shield' from WSHPLA & 'The High Honorary Degree' from UN World Peace Foundation. Besides these, he is the recipient of more than 1500 national and international Appreciations on his poetry writing. He hails from Tilda (under Khaira Block) Balasore, Odisha, India.)
Mask
This mask I wear
holds me into life
filtering my moments against nano particles
that rush like meteorites to crush my face
and ebb my marching blood from life's race
it masks my all smiles-
some vague and some puerile
that lurk like stars in the sky of life
with their growing glowing every day
or gloaming slowly into a hellish bay
though life dangles like bubbles and froth
but it does precariously thrive behind a piece of cloth!
can it hide that mask
that I put on eons back-
soon after I lost my innocence?
this creamy-melanin on my face
had masked my every pleasure and pain-
when I played truant with my teacher
like that of the monsoon with the farmer
or slipped into Aman Nahak's orchard in the hot afternoon sun
after frisking my mother as a docile son
or, as pretending as an owl
when, as a lover, I stood utterly truthful
for many an attempt made my attempts fruitful
or, when I knew
my glib tongue can earn profit
so, slowly I puffed up my leech-alike motif
or, shut and cried behind the doors
and like gnats I chirped for nights
and lost among countless pegs of drinks
only to rise in the day
to listen to the world that did say-
'a beautiful face
has brilliantly played his part on the stage
in between myriad lights that crisscross from all sides'
not afraid of that cosmic light
to alight from far off site
to unmask my mask
one day
with a heavenly verdict.
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