PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

I wish I could squeeze
my ladylove with my limbs
into love juice
to drink her to the lees!
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A jungle is wilder than a forest.
A forest is wilder than a garden.

The beauty of a garden
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While adding a new line
a minute and a page a day
to an anonymous autobiography
this life meets some poems
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My mother speaks in Bengali.
My mind speaks in English.

But English is not like French
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Yea.I am insane.

My dewy-eyes get bloodshot
in flimsy pretexts.
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Be fruitful and multiply and replenish the Earth. (The Bible)

Do poets only grow and count
the number of fig trees grown
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Your eyes…

No, I could not see your soul
through your open windows;
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You shed tears for what!
Are you not light in the light-
in such happy and high flight?
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No wind can carry away all the sands
from a sea of sands.
No green leaves will want no more music air to let them dance.
How many gifts are just too many for a birthday boy or girl
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I take to forbidden love
as much as I take to Old Monk.

Like a Caribbean pirate
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