Puskar Sikdar Poems

When desires arise, they know no bounds,
Chasing dreams, leaving kindness behind in rounds.
From birth, a cry of longing springs,
Awakening a mother's love that eternity brings.
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What veil covers those restless eyes,
Where only fear and doubts arise?
The mind is no child to wander astray—
Only patience and toil light the way.
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Behind the veil of a thoughtless, weightless mind,
In shattered dreams' unyielding bind;
Even yesterday,
Along memory's fragile, meandering stream,
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In the restless dawn of life's embrace,
I gathered fallen mangoes filled with grace.
One by one, they slipped through fate's cruel sieve,
Lost in an alley where shadows weave.
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Unknown invitation letter—
Receiving, reached the place.
A garden of tulips;
There's a girl sitting.
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The little boy crawled on the ground,
Hands and knees, without a sound.
His father lifted him to his chest,
Filling his heart with dreams, the very best.
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Dust has settled on the black-and-white screen of my colorful life,
The call of distorted dreams stirs a deep, aching strife.
Thorns of this battle bind my hands and feet so tight—
If I could be a bird, I would escape this plight.
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When the newborn took its first steps,
The home lit up with endless delight.
But amidst the city's crowded streets,
One call rang—and father vanished that night.
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As soothing ice touched the scorched earth,
A wondrous creation took its birth!
In the steaming broth of life's first dawn,
Oxygen surged, the world was drawn.
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At the silent window of a weary soul,
Today, I stand alone, lost in a hollow gaze;
Counting the drifting, restless clouds,
A tangled mind sketches dreams in shades of despair.
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