Ajit Das


Ajit Das Poems

121. Without Borders 8/1/2017
122. Ambulance 9/14/2016
123. Far Away 8/1/2016
124. Watchman 6/17/2016
125. Rain 6/20/2016
126. Protesting 11/15/2015
127. A Phone Call 12/27/2015
128. Karna: The Common Man 6/8/2016
129. Retribution 2/15/2016
130. The Eternal Glow 1/21/2016
131. River 12/14/2015
132. Void 12/3/2015
133. A Poet's Job 12/5/2015
134. Dreams 11/28/2015
135. A Tragi-Comedy 11/29/2015
136. Another Voyage 11/20/2015
137. Belief 11/21/2015
138. Mindscape 11/11/2015
139. Making Of A Poem 11/10/2015
140. To A Retired Bureaucrat 10/22/2015
141. In Your Name 10/29/2015
142. The Bond Of Pain 10/15/2015
143. Where Has Love Gone From My Progeny? 10/10/2015
144. Late Autumn 10/14/2015
145. Love 10/12/2015
146. Parting Away 10/11/2015
147. Prelude To Rain 10/11/2015
148. Faith 10/11/2015
149. The Cripple 11/3/2015
150. The Common Man 11/6/2015
151. World Heart Day 12/9/2015
152. Responsibility 12/24/2015
153. Mother Land 3/25/2016
154. R.K. Laxman - A Tribute 5/4/2016
155. Human Kindness 10/23/2015
156. Cruelty And Beatitude 10/14/2015
157. Paying Pensioner 10/19/2015
158. Your Face 10/17/2015
159. Eklavya 3/29/2016
160. Horizon 11/14/2015
Best Poem of Ajit Das

Horizon

When the sky is azure blue,
the horizon draws a line
between heaven and earth.

On a misty day it gets blurred,
closing the distance, limiting
your vision: seen and unseen.

When clouds gather, erasing
the skyline, darkness descends,
enveloping the surroundings.

And, then, clouds disappear,
the dark lifts, mist clears,
the view is sunlit, unimpeded.

The curve of earth beckons.
You try to outstrip; it recedes,
alluring yet with new horizons.

Read the full of Horizon

Identity

‘They’, ‘We’ and ‘I’ spring a surprise
from a slanting headline in a Daily.
It wears out; the question resurfaces.
Really, who do I belong to?

Those who toil from dawn to dusk,
ploughing the dried up field,
carrying load on hot, cobbled road,
searching for shelter in stormy night;

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