Pranabkumar Chattopadhyay Poems

The Mom
The text you just walked over,
some other looking around clearing mucus's from their noses
and some other clearing their internal shower effortlessly on it,
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Slice land, more slices, piece father, grandfather
erect fence on them, more, more, more...
We want uniqueness, our own heaven, or hell.
Still want fences, break more, more
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That bird whistling in a strange classical way today
it's unknown to us, where is that vocal classical, storm like tan swargam?
Without mir, taan, gamak shrill scream of the untrained, untrained, unheard Anukomal Rishabh's soft vibration! Unknown to me, unknown and the sound of the whistle!
Where the thunder fell far away, the clouds are calling from the morning; Did you get an honorary delete?
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The dish-glass-bowl are clanging
Why so many black clouds and lightning in the sky today?
when gods not able to understand them how human feels that
Yet the sweet wave comes on the strings of Tanpura
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Smearing the dropping sunlight the smile standing
On the courtyard in rows
The language made by the sound of dried leaves, that
Language is the collision of heavy boots.
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‘Aaaa…Eeee….yutsammmm…..nituiiiii….hetaiiiii
onk onk hoos siim, hoos siim onk.’
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To became upset, withal I can’t say that ‘monsoon is ill’
Still I can’t say monsoon became saddened while Moon is in an eclipse
In spite of that the rain begins in tiny drops, fever came with shivering
Smearing with crops you chilled soothing virgin at the full-blown courtyard
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You look much much bigger!
In fact, some is fulfilled which is hope for
There is something in the shade of blue
A toy grasshopper came and said he would go to the space
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A piece of shame was floating in the fragmented sky
The gusts of wind were alternating, so
When he came and hugged the vines
'Foreigner' 'Foreigner' shouted and he screamed
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