PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

A pilgrim travels a long way
to reach the shrine
to see the deity
and to touch the relic.
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giant steps pace ahead
like angels and like monsters
with the hearts of saviors
and the heads of destroyers;
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hit me with your hammer
as many times you may love
dent me into an awful state
i should look terribly ugly
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the loudspeaker mouth
iterated what the billboard
eyes read...
the make-believe overpowered
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The lady who led me
To the desolate lagoon
Cried ‘open sesame ‘
Looking into the eerie wilderness;
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The concrete world rails at a love-sick
That pines away in a swampy threnody;
At his French leave leisure
Away from the quay and bustling harbor
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O lady, you've beaten
The misfortune and misery.
Born with such a pair of ears
That can hear the music without tune
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Deeper behind the bust
the softer bosom
cradles a pre-natal infant.
Did Helen ever lightly
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i see from far and near
my grandpa's sleek, rocking chair.
it still sits idle in his chamber,
the old dear thing is one fond member.
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i stole the whole sun
to implant in your heart.
all holidays turn busy days;
your slender figure squeezes e
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