PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

I wrote as I write two poems one day
keeping in mind the theme of the fest;
the caption like quotation struck my chord
the household Muse swayed her rod
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We are the trees of the same forest;
a pipul and an eucalyptus in a sanctuary.
Like an ancient forerunner and a paragon
you lead me in the midst of natural ordeal
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Should education be an empty bowl?
Partha sarathi Paul

What if this essay is not put forward by an educator belonging to academia? Does not a common man have as much right as one erudite to express a true anxiety over superficial education that threatens budding human resource? To speak the truth point-blank, all the three important pillars namely guardians, teachers and students ought to be held equally responsible for the pathetic plight under gaudy marks sheet wrapper. Is study like tiling a farmland with sweats, tears and toil what ends in laughter at the sight of good yield? Is it just a social compulsion for guardians to provide their wards with the best education by putting them at a school of repute? It`s never a delight in hitting out to pumpkin (marks-all) education system. This caustic writing appears here triggered by the first-hand experience of the endemic malady. It is anticipated that all the three parties will address the jumbled up situation in prevailing education system. How could the students of today become the worthy citizens of tomorrow unless they are imparted true education in right way? Will bulky pillars- - destitute of original substantial strength- - be able to uphold the concrete enormous roof? Some evident shortcomings and cucumber some circumstance that call for effective and immediate remedy will be illustrated here. The present education leaves little elbow room for both teachers and students to be innovative.
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The sun was blazing
Hot wave was sweeping
Over the bare road
And the green stretches
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cast me away into your
memory litter bin...
hard reality has dented me
and bludgeoned my tadpole spirits
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some say talking is an important tool
used masterly by prophets, preachers
teachers, orators and mass leaders.
some others say bunch of lies with
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I have heard trillion of times,
God is there, here and everywhere;
dim eyes of bird brains fail to see...
God smiles in a child`s grin
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the number will go beyond
the number of stars if we count
the heads of all poetry writers.
only few are lucky to be poets!
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You may hail
my free verse
with the plaudits
of high-brow genteel
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Out of the ‘Visage-cave’
buzz out a swarm of words
and take flight in a jiffy
with butterfly wings of a verse.
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