Amitava Chakraborty

Little brook I flow down leisurely
Passing through dales & villages gradually.
Feel I happy listening lovers’ songs in harmony
Again share I widows’ tears on funeral ceremony.
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How glittering the snow clad mountain is
When the last beam of the run out sun
Reflects like a parting lover impressing
On a helpless beloved’s mind with futile yarn!
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How wonderful the falling sun is down the slopping pasture
Spreading reddish delight around this tranquil valley!
When with brightened physique & two mesmeric eyes
She holds my promising hands affectionately.
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How my tiny heart dreams of a more tiny desire!
Rising up on the wings of an eagle to touch the sky
Or step on the land of moon one day sharing
Indomitable pace of the carrier in my imaginative fly.
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An ordinary man with an extra ordinary vision
Knitting his net of dream with bright ambition.
Like a tiny bulbul with a mere straw in beak
Soaring high up in the sky beneath the scorching sun,
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Everyday I ask that unknown evening star,
'Were you there at same galaxy
Long years ago when I was blessed by God
With first love and hope
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Saviour of all you are in universe, O lord!
It's our little prayer to make our mind broad.
Never keep us off from your compassion,
Bless us to awake from ignorance to new vision.
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He stretches his feeble hand
With a decaying stick like own physique,
Leaning weird body on his active companion
Like a frisking deer- young, coy and sleek
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The glowing sun boasts with its full might
At the mid-path of day’s journey
As I stretches myself in the quiet bower of an oasis,
I know not the end of this unending exploration
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Gently pushed she the glossy door with soft fingers
As the indifferent pilot stares at her usual departures
Wore she the arrogant dear skirt
Dares too putting on a vulgar para-shirt
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How an auspicious soul sheds tears in ominous somber
Counting death bell when all lights of hope turn out in despair.
Forsaken desire in long past for the vision of refreshing sunrays
As bang of prison cell gate sounds the only difference with gay.
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An indomitable soul in an infinite venture
Infuses intoxication in vein for untouched newness.
When evergreen nature beckons with abundant beauty & mystery
How strong the attraction becomes to leave from all mundane stress!
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The scorching sun above the leaning peepal tree
Plays hide & seek through weird leaves like me beneath it.
Sudden ripples on tranquil pond by a kingfisher
As it plunges on the pray consuming skill a bit.
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A severe blow on my vulnerable chest
Got I by an odorous elbow at the overcrowded foot board.
Snarled he with his might beyond all apology,
A sweating physique piteously mob-locked in freezing mode.
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My eyes dazzle in a sudden flash from the trendy view mirror
As I stand by my ever companion, aged two wheeler, served me long without error.
The weird sun peeps behind the Raddison fort so dimly
When drenched I in twilight before convergence with my beloved
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A pair of common eyes with uncommon vision,
Hope in mind to touch the untouchable sky.
Known its infinity, yet the conquering ecstasy beckons often,
Who knows the fulfillment? By motive force or an imaginative fly?
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Sixty winters with sixty New Year each
These bare snow clad pines shake off leaves as usual.
The colourful flags tremble in chilled northern wind on a Buddhist pagoda
And throwing snow balls from flakes of Tsangu Lake by all ages, so jovial.
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Slowly & silently hid she behind the veil of dark cloud,
Weird moon fading silvery hue, once proud.
Soft symphony of drizzling on each leaves of wild plants
Trembling in rainy breeze through old Ayodhya hills piteously pants.
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The grey fog pulls its veil in shyness
As a dejected widow wraps in white dress.
The light winged droplets claims their permanency
Challenging chivalry & truth of the sun’s supremacy.
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Soaking his wet beard filled in tears,
Blowing his running nose sounding fears
With a Sriniketan made napkin
Panted Tagore in deep sorrow
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