Ajit Das Poems

As the guns fell silent,
bombers were taxied to the hangars,
fire ceased to rain from the sky,
marching steps of heavy squads returned to the barracks,
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At dead of night all inmates
lying in deep slumber,
I'm awake at my laptop,
trying to script a poem,
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What is so special in the news item:
an organ being donated?
A flourishing black market offers
a choice to know the donor,
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She is engaged; but a thought
uppermost in her mind:
who will lead her down the aisle?
Her father was murdered long ago.
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Life seems to be a straight line
endlessly elongating;
a time comes when it bends,
shaping into a big square.
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Have you heard of the tech dream
to save humanity, colonising Mars,
extending life to far off red planet?
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Wintry squads retreat;
icy blanket melts;
sun-drenched fields sparkle green;
and cherry is in full bloom.
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Outside it is pitch dark,
clouds raging, storm howling,
your pensive face stretched
across the vast expanse
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The sunlight is reclining,
leaving a zigzag shadow
on the stone wall outside,
opposite the cabin window.
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With a glistening young body,
shiny trimmed manes, slender legs,
the colt gracefully cantered
into the glittering world of celluloid.
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