vinit ghosh Poems

Everyday I struggle to reach the top of the hill;
Scratches, bruises on my body bear the witness of the journey;
'You are not alone', I shout from the top of the hill;
Someone from the far replies back;
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I look at the beggar in the street of commotion...
so pale and feeble with a thin chest of helplessness....
only he can see the thousands feet stamping on the streets...........
I tell him to look at the faces of the poor Thousands wandering................
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Everyday the unseen poet creates the sand palace......
He waits inside with his last unread poem for the tide to come.....
The mighty waves engulfs his creation and the poem rests deep below unnoticed....
The poet is left alone on the shore with another poem in mind.....
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Whenever I cross the mighty river Brahmaputra.......
I look at the rocks amidst its chest............
The placate waves thrash those with no mercy.........
I wonder why the river punishes the rocks across its mighty chest.......
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In the midst of desert sand I saw him with the small plant in the shabby bucket;
I asked for water and he sprinkled some from the bucket on my face;
He said in his low voice ' Now you also come to know the value of tears just like this little plant'
I smiled and walked away with the salty taste in my tongue and heart;
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The Battle is never won for the last soldier;
The journey across the field seems too long and tiring;
An ugly battle is on with the memories of the lost;
All dying faces seem to greet him with tears of agony;
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My scribblings on the sand will become words one day
I am unknowingly creating a sand palace with them
It will be a storehouse of my blurred dreams and desires
Though it is far away from the shore but the tide is yet to come;
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