Samujjwal Dey Poems

Urban life, a busy street
Cars honk their horns.
The air here, might not have oxygen
For they are in cylinders now.
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Quiet shall become the crying heart,
Only that had the right to cry.
Free be the birds, chained for years,
The dusk is hiding from the night.
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Drizzling mummer
Play tambourine from the sky;
Uniting the lands and clouds.
From a distant place,
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Good or bad;
My senses shall decide.
My senses, greater than me!
Poor me, only a slave to my senses.
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I shall seek my redemption,
In the love I had to lose.
For I am all alone living in seclusion;
Carrying a burden too great for my shoulders.
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What is love?
May be a thousand souls,
Have asked this; a thousand times.
But not even a single radical answer
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A red rose,
Red enough to bleed,
Yet the blood never falls on the ground.
Blooming in a royal garden,
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And just like that a war began.
A war neither fought with weapons
Nor amongst countries or empires.
A war not to conquer territories,
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