A Morsel Of Rice
A Morsel Of Rice
Love my nation
Love thy people
Love thy literature
The 'Odiya' my mother- tongue
The pridest medium of expression
And communication, as an sanskrit born
Obliged,not that made my expression
So soften and lovely together
Because of........
Owe to them, received from
Alms, a morsel of RICE
That's the art of living, art of love
And very purpose of my life
Paying back, today, all these
Sharing it among you all