Bishnupada Sethi Poems

My soul struggles
In the trappings of a coloured skin.
Often as I look at my face
In the mirror
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Like the five elements
you are made of,
there is a bit of me in you.
You are not a whole yourself.
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I wouldn't wonder
Though protested silently-
To see my mother pouring cold water
Over the just cooked steaming rice.
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Little did I realise then
Decades ago when-
I would've to step out
Of my ancestral home
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Nothing unusual I see-
Though unexpected things happen.
The events have similarities to the past.
There are rules.
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A forceful stream of cool breeze-
Originated all of a sudden
Just to bring along
A bouquet of fragrance
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The breeze wafts around
The fragrance of burning incense sticks.
Underneath a solemn tree branch
From where too-
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I need a portrait-
You may wonder why?

Deep in the night hours
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We are just across
In the same house-
The wall which existed much before,
But you have really measured
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We all believe-
You created us.
You are the source of life force.
All the non-living and living beings,
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