JIBAN GOSWAMI Poems

Autumn in Japan is is god's gift to man
Trees cinderallise the green countryside almost overnight
Every tree wears resplendent kimonos woven in myriad hues
Greens sulking in the background as if deprived of its dues
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Love’s travails

Moonbeams try by night
to suck away the fragrance of jasmine
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My backpack is filled with used memories
As I trudge down the lonely road time charted for me.
Friends and lovers come and go
Our roads go together for a tiny while
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CORRUPTION, THEY SAY, IS EVIL
By By: Jiban Goswami

Corruption they say is evil
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I don't know who lived five hundred years ago where my house stands now
Nor would anybody know of my existence after passage of time
What moved me, what woman engrossed my thoughts, lent me some meaning in life in face of the universe's crushing apathy
I too will wither, the universe won't even notice
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THEIR DEATH IS LACED WITH HOPE

As the fall gives way to winter
Momijis' translucent leaves bid farewell to their mother
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MY HILL AND MY STAR

I have climbed this hill all alone for ages, its my private hill
today you have climbed my lonely hill with me by your side
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Flotsams of society, their fragile bones wearing patinas of flesh and skin,
they employ themselves:
to pick rags discarded by the children of superior Gods.
Technically un-bonded, laws do not brand them child labour.
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IN THE EVENING OF MY LIFE
In the evening of life as I loll on my rocking chair
My eyes look but do not see all that’s around me.
I ride piggy- back on memories’ fragments
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Let me talk junk. I fee like it.
I do hope nobody else is affected in any way..
skip it if it's too long or too inane.Do it your way
Tentative at dawn, and emphatic by noon
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