PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

Rookie was on the verge of death
as one post-natal illness claimed so
but by the grace of God and medicament`s care
the infant survived: a chance delight to the near.
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At the closing of an year
we ponder over our domestic ledger;
all past oaths of economical management
failed in the very mid way and the balance
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They say the movie will run
for 70 minutes, more or less;
then 33 minutes left in my case.
They say it`s a real- life documentary,
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Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa!
I have had an affair with my Muse.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa!
A crow has turned a macaw.
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Each new feather to my poetry cap
Feels like a shot in the arm;
Like a lion I rear and roar
Like a deer I fear and bore
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Some say a defeated soul
is like a wounded tiger;
it growls with growing grit.
The egoist self is greatly cut up
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Subho, Subhom, Deb, Debanjon
Nikita, Rikita, Bobita, Sunita;
The list like a rail line
Will go ahead and run fine.
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the hues of all dreams stream into one ink-pot,
mingle with all poems and songs at dawn and dusk.
in incessant love rains
dripping drenched you look celestial maid.
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A red rose was handed to a poor hand.
The cruel thorns inscribed a sad cenotaph.
The forlorn gravestone savors its soliloquy.
Overgrown weeds wave with balmy touch.
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O sweetheart, hug me hard
before the summer Sun hits me hard
on my inert hibernation.
Smear me with life color dust.
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