Ajit Das Poems

Waiting to flower at the onset of monsoon,
a tall tree peers from the huge garden
across the road in front of my house.
Rains had come and gone in past years;
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‘Why can't we all
stay together? ' -
the kids, torn apart,
asked mom and dad
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The closing hour finally chimes;
you step out on the street.
A new reality stares
at your face: retirement.
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As the guns fell silent,
bombers were taxied to the hangars,
fire ceased to rain from the sky,
marching steps of heavy squads returned to the barracks,
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At dead of night all inmates
lying in deep slumber,
I'm awake at my laptop,
trying to script a poem,
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Have you heard of the tech dream
to save humanity, colonising Mars,
extending life to far off red planet?
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The long afternoon inches away,
measuring as though its own hollowness.

Grammar of life punctuates this phase
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Classrooms are as live as dynamite of interest;
your tone and range can ignite or dampen fuses.

Dig your memory, churn the stock, surf the Net;
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‘Little Boy', ‘Fat Boy': have you heard about them?
Do they sound like toys to be played with hands?
Look down the memory lane and you will find
they typify human ingenuity enthroned amidst horrors
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The bard of the east sketched a word-picture:
‘the world wild with delirium of hatred,
rocked by ceaseless cruel conflicts;
its paths crooked, its bonds of greed tangled,
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