Indranil Bit Poems
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A bird so small, that’s what I am;
Name me puny, that’s all I have;
My feeble wings are all in all;
To encourage me at every fall.
Perching atop the casuarinas tall;
My heart listens the wood’s call;
Festooned lands with whelming fall;
I am born to conquer ‘em all.
Reverie of thought swims my mind;
I will carry but reminiscence so kind;
The land to espouse me as a child;
Time calls upon me to part and quest.
Smell of maple from distant land;
Streams in like phantom sand;
Mary’s Ville allures me in;
Lutheran confessions rule ...
Ode On A Wreck!
Festoons in white of the heaven
Robes in blue of the king
Oars in gold of the majesty
Shapes in spline of the pisces
Adorns in grace of the empire
Splendors in pinnacle of the feminine
Wings in grace of the masculine
Decks in court of the royale
Banquet in dream of the fantasy