Indranil Bit Poems

The last time in the woods;
Beneath the hazy pine maze;
Wearing a white gown in silk;
And a gray robe, a flying lace;
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A monotonous ring wakes me up this morning.
It's still misty outside, curtains are out wide,
I can hardly recollect arrangements last night!
Dressings are jumbled and an ornamental pile!
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Beneath the broken branches of the old banyan,
Lives a little sparrow with her family and her clan.
Days are bright, love and fruits are loads in ample.
Until a fear crawls in, a love abode to abandon!
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A thin layer of smoke white,
Wrings over carcasses of light!
Red misty dust surrounds the site,
Smoke fights to exist, exists to fight!
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O thy, the vagabond of the isle;

Sailing thou caravan through unbound lands.
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Whenever there is a cry heard from far;
All hearts unite, a sandstorm is stir;
We think of the other end so far;
We imagine ourselves to the world at par;
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I'm writing a story that you heard before;
Still heart rests to speak of it more;
All willing to hear, all willing to know!
Ask me, I know how life cradles to flow!
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Evening is a stage to some, their act in life's melodrama,
Evening is a rush to some, a thoughtful rat! rat! rattle race,
Evening veils a curse to some, dark clouds of melancholy,
Evening appears lazy to some, chit chatting old! old! stories,
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Upper Neath stands a gala grand city;
Busy mornings flows to brighter nights.

Underneath crawls a gloomy gutter tunnel;
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The whole forest is now on fire;
Fire with hue, not with smoke!
The collective glow put up a show,
I am there amidst the fire,
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