By Chilika’s calm and whispering shore,
Where waves meet myths of days of yore,
There stands a home of colour and clay,
Where voices of villages softly play.
Walls breathe tales of hand and heart,
Each brushstroke a prayer, each carving art.
From Saura dreams to Pattachitra skies,
Odisha’s soul in pigments lies.
Drums awaken the sleeping air,
Masks and murals in rhythm stare.
The dancer’s anklet, the craftsman’s song —
Echo here where roots belong.
Bamboo hums, and terracotta gleams,
The past returns in painted dreams.
Children laugh beneath the trees,
Learning art like whispered seas.
Odi Art — a living flame,
Guarding heritage, beyond name.
Not just walls or works displayed,
But spirit woven, hand-made.