CRYING CHILD

That time his father arrives,

the child quickly sits in a sofa.

Little eyes glare at the father;

mother takes weedy smile.

Elderly heavy voice just breaks in,

-“Don’t do it, go to bed.”

The child looks into the air,

Rattles the wind, tears in little eyes,

Mother is silent, as if

she wants something behind underscore.

So that she has not to bear

the child’s playing campaign.

 

Father forgets to play with

the child after returning home.

Before understanding the fault,

the child goes to bed, crying.

 

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HOMAGE

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Entering the compound by marriage, this building, this pond,

Every corner of the house, became second life of my solstice,

Reflection of blessings of my father-in-law and mother-in-law.

 

Now we are independent, we have own residences, but

They are no more, they are in heaven, and we are like pattering sound

Of rain falling upon the pond, that moves, tilts us with sigh.

 

Walking around the building, I remember their sweet words, and

I feel their absence that in turn guides us for greater perception.

THE ODE TO THE AILING LADY

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Pain in thy eyes,

O how you bear it,

On surgery to remove kidney-stone,

And life changes with tough bounces and storms,

Unwanted laparoscopic drills

That now makes thee suffer

All the way, thy travel is helpless,

For cure and relief from ailments

The stern surgery declared to be fit for —

Love and hope to take thee in wellness of life.

 

GRANDMOTHER

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With bitterness the grandmother sits on a hospital bed

Propped up on a defending life’s wall,

First surgery to remove kidney-stone,

To survive, gladly accepting pains of life.

 

She is behind all thrills of longing

And haunting for home with her shoulders

Laid for everyone who is in relation to her,

Now she is sick with stones in kidney and in gall bladder.

 

Now she is in painful gestures, thinking of the little one,

Her grandson, and remember how and why he puts his presence.

All her efforts and contributions in the family,

Hardly survey her pains, and she is bleeding at comfortless living.

 

Sitting upon hospital bed, she is in pains, and

Still remembers his small moves and smiling wonder the earth,

How those moments peer through her time of recovering,

Her little grandson gives birth to great hope to keep moving on.

LIFE’S JOURNEY

 

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This poem is for Dr. Biplab Chakraborty, author, poet and critic.

 

 

When the morning is too delightful

They appear in the world they want to know,

In cool, brilliant sunrays of winter morn,

With little footsteps, alongside wise notes

Of elderly blessings, searching for

Love and epoch making destination,

In the sun’s contour upon living things,

Welcome singing of life’s journey. 

HAIKU

Villagers waiting

For realizing Mother Goddess,

Between human and God

 

Autumn evening,

Mother Goddess Durga,

Arriving home.

 

In Cyclone Phailin

Cloud pours incessant rain,

Anxious waiting

 

Devi Durga, our

Mother Goddess triumphant lord,

Time of celebration.

 

Goddess of autumn,

Women folk are greeting,

Blowing of conches.

 

Whistling sound

Creating musing weather

Blowing through tongue

 

Of women folk

Resting on long journey

Gets relief of pains

 

Idol Goddess Durga

Village temple in connection

With divine feeling.