Mou Mukherjee Das Poems

I was born on a windy night-
When the clock stroke twelve
Under the starry sky,
In a tarpaulin covered tent.
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Times change-circumstances change
But the question that keeps on haunting
"If only".
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Girl friends-
I have many
Don't ask me the numbers
They remind me of my limitations
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A pregnant pause,
A terrifying pain,
A stagnant time,
A faint ray of hope,
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The pundits were chanting mantras
The relatives were crying
The smoke bellowed from the chimneys seamlessly
The dogs were searching for food
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Old are the leaves of a tree,
that wither away-
Old are the flowers,
that bloom for a day.
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Life is a long winding dream.
Dreams that share its space-
with stark, dark realities.
Of unexpected twists,
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