Subroto Chatterjee Poems

Does thy beauty past compare
Is suspended on a single hair?
When such beauty is on the wane,
Then Vanity is thy name!
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I saw a vision
Of God painting a sliver
Of light that gave life.
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[This poem welcomes comments from readers on its form, style, rhyme, meter, imagery, and anything else which human imagination (and otherwise) permits. As a background, the not-so-faint-hearted readers are recommended to read poems of master poets such as Alexander Pope (“An Essay on Criticism”) , Carl Sandburg (“Bath”) , Allen Ginsberg (“Sphincter”, “Please Master”, “Hospital Window”, and “Death & Fame”) , and Anne Sexton (“Again And Again And Again”, “Love Letter Written in a Burning Building”) . There is no attempt made here for the imitation-is-the-best-form-of-flattery drill (!) . The message here is simple. Exactly].


One Day in The Life of Ivan Gesticulatovich
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I’m a Neanderthal man,
And this is my make-believe world,
I color people as well as I can;
My mental state lies unfurled.
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[This poem is about a vainglorious gentleman of my acquaintance. But he's entertaining all the same! ]


He’s more than a shadow of his former self:
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I’ve been told that truth has advantages;
But certain untruths share the same sentiment;
As the battle amongst humankind rages,
Congratulate your own presentiment.
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[This poem is dedicated to all those who continually strive to create their own halo of contrived humility and pedastals for themselves].


If you think you have a halo,
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Color me black, or color me white;
Color me yellow or brown.
To the racist with a song:
One’s color is neither right nor wrong.
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All said and done, you’ve won,
Undone, well begun,
This game, this ploy, this fun:
This plight we hid from none
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And thou art Nature’s gift and sentinel,
Watching her in keen earnestness,
And thou art Pastoral’s original
Pathfinder of lofty exactness.
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