PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

Miss you, miss you, daddy;
miss you very hard.
It`s too long since that last day
when you said, you`d not be long.
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The sad Tajmahal
is looking at the sick Jamuna.
She is too ill to move like before.
He is not at all in pink health.
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I have come across a rowdy intellectual.
His body is as robust as a demon.
His heart is as golden as the supreme gold.
And his brain is as sharp as the Satan.
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The eyes laden with mushroom clouds
miss a silver or golden shaft
what arches across only a martial heart.
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I used to think that I should die
much earlier than three score and ten
as a hero dies in the twilight of his life
with the sun in the middle of his sky.
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I won`t write a poem today.
No. There is no quarrel between me and my poetry.
No. Muse fountain is not drying up in my mountain.
I want to feel how much I miss a poem.
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My ascendant lord is fighting alone.
Thanks to God that it is Mars.
That it is well disposed in the 10th house
from Scorpion and in the friendly house.
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Our wants and needs change with time.
Wishes and dreams too……..
We make ourselves over to fit in the change.
We get better than professional disguisers!
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See, what is happening here!
All my next poems have ganged up
and are yelling like rogue street-dogs.
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Kites with wings
and
kites with strings
are not the same.
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