PARTHA SARATHI PAUL Poems

the paramour came like a gust of wind
that ruffled the wilt petals of
the rusted rose in my withered garden!
my sea of sands with many dusty dunes
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O nymph, my eyes see you across there.
Your lustful charm has sent a tremor
Deep into all my rusted parts.
My ancient torso signaled to my limbs
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A poem is a petite babe
that has all charming niches
and alluring sea like chasms...
When I read or write one myself
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Myriad salutes to the first non-white fellow
who attained Nobel Prize for physics in 1930.
Our chests swell up to the Everest
with the pride of such Himalayan compatriots!
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as of my career
i am not like a pillion rider
latched safe on to a carrier;
if my life is a bicycle
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A teacher was amusingly discussing the distinction between verses in a poem and a lyric. The class not only did pay rapt attention but went in for lively interaction as well. Soumi threw a question: Why a good poem is more difficult than a lyric for a song
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We should be and we are proud of Her.
She may be and She is proud of us!
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Shall we take It as a gospel
or an oracle that calls out
from the lofty ivory tower?
I miss the voice or only blurred fragments
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the file that kept the tragedy
in its stomach intact left
hand-horse ridden
from the safest haven!
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Shall I not confer a superlative epithet upon you
who stood by me at the time of tempest
at the mid sea as a brave fellow sailor?
When you clasped my clenched fist
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