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Rohit Prasad Pathik is a newcomer poet. Nawankur, which has just sprouted. This is the seedling of the poem, it will make the world a little greener. Poetry is a dream to make this world better. A young poet whose beard-mustache is not properly torn yet, but the poem's speech is broken. If the poem is pouring from his pen like rain drops, it will not be surprising if he is the Kalidas of India in the coming years.
Poetry is not made or made. she arrives. From ourselves In a natural way. Like flowers come in plants. Cloud arrives. It comes out in the forest. In this age, Rohit Prasad Pathik has had similar poems. It seems natural to go through this first collection of his, if you think so. This is a poem, these are the poems of Bhavlok, but sometimes they emanate from this mortal. In this world, the poet has seen 'God is dying!', Has seen so much of God, face, hunger, poverty, helplessness, hatred, rancor and love, that all those things come out of Carmitri life and become part of emotional life. has gone. It is not easy to become a poet without emotional talent. The explosion of this emotional genius inside Rohit Prasad Pathik is in front of us as the first poetry collection.
