Ajit Das Poems

A chance meeting in a cyber cafe,
tete-a-tete over instant coffee,
then intimate dating,
and the script is written:
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There comes the evening, unrolling its silken cover.
The dark deepens; noise recedes into the distance.
I’m alone, left to myself and the sinking silence.
Slowly a feeling of loneliness creeps within me.
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At day break when life stirs out of night’s slumber,
early mists evaporate in the slanting sun beams,
joggers come out on the street in steady numbers,
an old man leaning on a ‘walker’ brings up the rear.
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You say good and evil both reside in man,
the good corralling the evil within.
But do you see the evil breaking loose,
dancing in ecstasy all over the globe?
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Steam puffing up,
she winds her way -
a moving cacophony
of rattles and blasts -
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What did you say: Anti-corruption Day?
Don’t be silly; you must be joking.
Why do you dig up the archaic word: anti,
spoiling the cocktail of my morning tea:
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When caught, you were not wearing any fatigues,
nor working as a spy for covert information
on troop movements of the enemies
spearheaded by their murderous groups,
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A family of five lives
in a small, dingy room
near the end of a blind alley.
The sunlight plays truant
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Flying in an Airbus gifted by a parading lifestyle,
ensconced almost in an alien world,
she sits regally in the pomp of her birthday party.
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‘Daddy, please don’t let go of me’
gasped the toddler, Aylan,
clutching at his father’s fingers,
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