SANJIT MANDAL Poems

I don't see my guides
The power of sparkling gone
Covered in a deadly mask
Camouflaged,
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War is Our Scourge
Whipped I am everyday
But who started?
Peace and prosperity
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Remember!
The sunlight on the bank of the river
As we waited discussing
Death, life, eternity…
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The wrinkled face of the old lady
She stares at the debris
The broken walls
The stones turned to dust
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The white baby is masked
The butcher is lying flat
The moustached old man fumbles
The lady over there moans
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Don't know where to begin
Don't know how to begin
Don't know what made me begin
But I must begin,
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Have experienced the loss of
Light like a candle in the crashing storm,
That demolishes to the tiniest article on the earth,
Which doesn't possess a heart of kindness or pity
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Innumerable faces are met everyday
Nobody cares, no one gives a damn about you,
Lifeless leaves you are flown away with the dust
You suffocate and are smothered,
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Abundance of perilous water surrounded me,
The tent of my overhead,
Realised to be gloomy and covered
With the rays of sadness,
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Dullness on everyone looms like
Morning fogs in December
That hinder them to decipher
Rights as the supreme animal.
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