Love On The Way To Poetry Fest, 2011 , Guntur, India (Part-Ii) Poem by ASIM KUMAR PAUL

Our train is halting here,
As if we purchase waiting time,
Jaws of such journey is so cumbersome,
It is casual, yet it is certainty,
We have this web branch,
As if we are crunching ourselves altogether,
In realm of persistence,
We are shaking down in time,
And sometime in no time,
It is timing puzzle,
I am emblazoned with the necessity,
Again shocked too,
It is our regular event,
We are experiencing with
Snarly vehicles, mass passengers, mass tour,
All are busy, insufficient infrastructure,
We are used to be in this wave always.
I can use what instrument to remove it,
I do not know, as I am nothing in this fray,
As if it is like altered fest to waste time,
And in these fragments we can put something,
That is pain, and in helmets we are safe,
Such teaching is propagated in our mind.

We are in the God’s mercy,
Even if God has no play in this way,
And something is missing,
That might be slackness of our thinking,
And plan is an object of paper propagation,
I am habituated with it,
And book keepers are sluggish to the exposure,
And there lies very passion of scrap and clink,
We are on the way of flaring feeling of commons,
And common of commons, both are weak and paining.

In the will of sovereignty we are penguins,
If hotness surrounds us, we search cold region.