Jyotishman Debnath Poems

And they say
they are pilgrims
they are doing it for their God's sake
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I) I have always been fascinated by the word antonym
whatever befalls me
I m just a mute spectator
say I'm walking up the hill
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The voice of the tree gets frozen
and the snow falls on the heart of the winter

it has been broken
...

I wanted to draw a painting
on the canvas called life...
beatiful, mystic yet attractive..
...

I revisited
the ailing forest
carpeted with autumnal leaves
...

the candle is lighten up
with the mercy of cold angry air.

i started searching for myself
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who cries at midnight
what comes out from the heart of the rock?

the thousand years of grief
...

the insane night
the noise of silence
whispering something into my ears
the night is a mourn song of lost sun
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for everybody else
there is a place to go back
to feel the touch of beloved
and go back to the land, they belong
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I am just a poet
poor..!
I have only my dreams
I keep them like a treasure.
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