PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

You want to own this forest.
Okay. Go and own it.

The piece of land will be yours.
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How could you forget
Old love days?
Knock on your heart
And hear what it says.
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Many try to prove how intelligent
they are simply by being clever.
They use lies and excuses as weapons
and the cover of smartness as armor.
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My poetry opens her door to all of them,
Who are ostracized by the prissy kangaroo court!
I bring my poems up like me….
Not fastidious about sin and sinners.
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I feel you, feel you in me all times;
in all waves; in thunder and chimes.
The bell that rings somewhere near
rings too deep in here....
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Jack can be a master in many trades.
Each of us plays many roles in a day.
A cook prepares many food items.
One can be very uniquely many in one.
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when you lock yourself in my arms
as a chunk of iron does to a block of magnet

when your west wind breaths
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My heart goes out to you, Dr House.
Your blue eyes with ocean genius
sparkle with lots of creepy airs.
Your limping steps along with a walking stick
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O daddy, mummy, tell me
What day is my holiday?
Weekdays wear out in school classes.
All days are important even some Saturdays!
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Hey, girlie, how many steps are still to go?
Before I get to where your sweet dreams know
Your dream guy as they daily paint and show?
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