PATRA S SHEKHAR'S BLOG

 An Owner Of Grief            Sudhanshu Shekhar Patra    When everything is fine  At that time I am not fine. When I'm fine  At that time everything is not fine. When I  think a matter  That is very good . But in the starting time itself That becomes very hard.  When  I touch to a tree That is good looking. But in the time of  sitting  In its shadow   That becomes furious to attack. When I sing a happy song That becomes a sorrowful  brooke and   I become an owner of grief .

                Man is the top most creation of the earth. He is always in favour of prosperity. From the beginning of the civilization he is used to labour hard, hoping the best for the shake of meaningful life.        Quoting a dialogue from the Drama Hamlet of William Shakespeare will be appropriate here. " What a piece of work is man ! How Noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angle ! In apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the world ! The paragon of animals. " We are really the children of God. Our colour may differ from each other, may we not reside in a particular shed together, from language point of view may we not be same ; but we are the frail human beings that must have to be concerned in the mental state.        Thousand and thousand years ago our respected forefathers prayed as  stated below.   "Sarve bhaba...

 Characters *Begger...50 years old  *Priest..40 years old  *Sarapanch..54 years old,male *Papu..boy ... student of cl 7 *Litu...boy ... student of cl 7 *Mitu..boy... student of cl 7  *Doctor...male ..35 years old   SCENE It's one side of the road.Under a banian tree a begger is sitting .He is seriously affected by fever. Begger: Oh ....ah ....Who can provide me a glass of water? Throat doesn't function properly....  (After looking the priest)  Sir, please do one thing for me. Priest: How do you  dare to say this?  Do you know, I am a priest ? I'm meant for a temple. My work is to worship a God .I am not your servant. (Said angrily and went on)  Begger:Oh my God! What shall I do? Nobody is to help me. Who will listen to my words?  (After few minutes the Sarapanch reached there)  Begger: Sir, kindly understand me. Sarapanch: What do you  need? Begger: Come forward to save my  life.  Sarapanch: What is your pro...

             What I want to give you You dislike . What you want to get  That's not in my hand, How can I give?  Your necessity  Is out of range . Don't expect . It shall be far better To go anywhere  And meet a giver  Who can give easily .  I don't want to see you. Leave this spot quickly. Farewell may be The partner of life  Leading towards prosperity .

        Clap...clap... Clap    Laugh... Laugh... Laugh. Be always smart , Chat and chat and chat. Clear your heart. Get down from flat. Ride on a cart, Do your work first.  

 A CONTINGENCY Sudhanshu Shekhar Patra Once I just woke up and rushed to the courtyard  where in a corner a tiny tree stands without leaves but born  by only one nameless flower smelling so   sweetly  scented  is no words   to portray in a free version. That indicated me to be very nearest and dearest  figure of her. Of course when l reached her surrounding she spoke, Please everyday come and see  without touching or pressing.   Another thing to be preserved in your memory  forever ,   If  this matter disclosed I will not be visible and the platform  of plant's  shall be converted into a stone. However , our bond of relationship could not long last after a few days and a worthless piece of stone emerged  as my mother extracted  that secrecy from me about a wonderful spoken flower's guidelines which was a contingency . 

 Don't write anything, That shall not be writing. Before writing do something, That shall be interesting. Any interested matter must be glazing, For that there's a day for fixing. Oh my son! It's my saying. Be in favour of systematic working.

God is every where . I'm    only here.  He knows everything.  I know nothing. He is omnipotent power, But I'm a valuless tower. He generates all things. I like to owe of all things. He gives to everybody, But I'm to nurture only my body. He is self of self and self And always ready to help, But I am purely selfish to step. He is to love And I am to hate and get , Insisting only my fate , But He is none other than The world's fate.

 I am not a writer or thinker , Just a lay man in front of  other. My name is Patra Sudhanshu Shekhar. Do believe me or not, But I will not be hot    As  Am already with a pot    Which is an uncommon plot And that has been a mental slot. For anybody else this  may be A baseless thought.