Anindya Mukhopadhyay Poems

Time's calibrations in Earthly calendars,
His vast Creations amidst
Man's excuse for celebration
Signalling a fresh beginning!
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By twenty a child matures just.
With great potential the virgin
makes his debut under the sun.
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Yesterdays have robbed you of innocence,
denied you rights: you regard not.
Neither paused once nor revisited history,
you followed blind dead habit.
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I mark this midnight's metropolitan:
Damp and dark like prison

They threat her square life,
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[1]
It's fair dark without,
yet the light within illumines
length and breadth of this room,
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war between Self and Soul
results in
no work done, for
no displacement occurs
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〔Ⅰ〕
you hit and run,
then return
to say sorry.
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Who am I? Who are we?
What is a human being even?
it sounds foolish? Right?
But it is time we turn around
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অমাবস্যায়
শ্মশানে, বাঁশবনে;
ভূতের ভয়, কে না পায়!
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সময়:
যেন দাবার চাল -
জীবনে উন্নতি বা অবনতি,
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