Subroto Chatterjee Poems

Rains can be risky
What with this pouring passion
Can turn one frisky!
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[I wrote this poem in response to Robert Frost's 'A Question']

Who decides o’er life and death?
And who will tend to our woes?
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[I wrote this poem in response to Robert Frost's 'Fire and Ice']

I was told that the cause for our end
(In an inevitable cosmic amend)
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Death is curt, death is cold,
Death is new, death is old.
Death is no summer, death is no fall;
It is for one, it is for all.
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I wake up with a blushing Dawn;
Apollo’s lover in the morn;
The morning sky is painted red;
As she lies recoiled in bed.
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All haiku writers
Please take note and don’t do this:
Circumlocution
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[This poem is dedicated to all those who have lost in love but found something (more) wortwhile in time....]
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On passing by a crowded lane,
I greet people and their dreams;
Lest some call us poets vain,
Suspend all blasphemes.
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Gnarled fingers feeling and
Kneading the clay,
Sieving the sand,
And baking to pray.
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And I found each tree brooding;
Huddled together in the wood.
Then ‘neath the trees as I stood,
They loomed tall and foreboding.
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