Sumit Ganguly Poems

Poetry is the heat,
a part of my flame,
it keeps me cool,
envelopes in a frame.
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Musing with eyes closed
Tom pursues yoga
in front of my dining plate.
Remains unmoved by the smell of fish.
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Ropes and strings often syntax them
hammers and pliers verb hard and soft
words and themes are seasoned by us
to appear nice and sensible
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There was a newborn babe
He was neither coward nor brave
All day in a bed
He was nursed and fed
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I wish to tame a yeti
It will fetch me power and pride
A mermaid in my aquarium
Will be a showpiece of beauty and love
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Human nature is to be a creeper.
We use the weak, meek and backward sections
as branches of trees.
To keep the growth uniform
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In hazy past, evil forces ruled the land,
There was oppression, starvation and
Death, just as in Nazi camps.
Darkness loomed large, there was none to light lamps.
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