FIVE POEMS ।। PRASENJIT DAS

 

 

POEM 1 OF 5

ROAD TO DARJEELING

Have you seen nature in glee?
With full of life and feeling free.

Each leaf holds the drop of the dew,

known by all and seen by the few.

I walk on the gravel with crackling sound,

gives an urge of joy so lovingly profound.

I feel so lonely amidst a crowd, but

with nature feel so close in her shroud.

Nature's finery in all her best, is

in the lap of greenery put to rest.

Slowly and surely the petals unfold,

feel ! just feel ! Its a joy to behold !

The sunlight through the branches peep,

the beauty is pure and precious to keep.

All around in nature that I see, will

crumble down to dust and so will it be.

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POEM 2 OF 5

GANGTOK - MY LOVE

My bike rose roaring up the hill,

The wind! Oh, so nice and chill.

In times lonely, I come here often,

that helps my cramped mind to soften.

Far from the dean and bustle,

of a city's increasing tussle.

Every now and then is a turn,

renders a new memory to earn.

The cold kiss of the fog,

gives your memory a jog.

The leaves twirl and fall,

from trees old and tall.

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POEM 3 OF 5

TOY TRAIN

A journey by toy train,
amidst dense fog and slight rain.
Across the face the fog sails,
it leaves water on the iron rails.
Each drop is a beauty of a lifetime,
and the next drop says the same rhyme.

The elders and children alike,
prefer train instead of bike.
Watch contently the beauties galore,
breaking silence with engine roar.
Moving between the gorge and the hill,
will compel every human to feel.
"No such place, no place as such,
I will come again, I like it very much."

Frequent stops and occasional backs,
as it adjusts for the right tracks.
Nothing to hurry as life is not so fast,
you will reach your place surely at last.
For any person, a journey of nostalgia,
as the train slopes to Tindharia.

Cutting across roads, in front of homes,
with slight visibility of the temple domes.
A heritage journey as it would seem,
to today's diesel from yesterday's steam.

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POEM 4 OF 5

KASHMIR

In the valley Lives lost

at a very high cost.

Blood soaked in the gown,

the story of every town.

Eyes filled with tears,

mind filled with fears.

Sounds of only wailing

where people are dwelling.

No food, water, help or care

but still they live to dare.

Their mental resolve of steel

is a subject of political deal.

The enemy no one knows,

this is how the story goes.

Still O' God there is a fight,

round the clock; day and night.

From days to weeks; year after year,

these are the hardships they bear.

Often do seen in videotapes,

mass killings, encounters and rapes.

How nicely they lived together,

collectively like a birds' feather.

So nice a story to tell,

before everything apart did fell.

Hardened stones and molten hearts,

such are the people in these parts.

Among eucalyptus, juniper and fir,

lies the beautiful land of Kashmir.

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POEM 4 OF 5

WHILE WALKING

While walking…
On the road I saw a blind lame man,
crying and begging as he could.
He was as loud as he can,
expecting money or food.

Alas…
No one looked,
the people were in a hurry.
He was rolling from side to side,
it was perhaps life's roughest ride.

Then I saw…
A stray dog was by his side,
making moves just the same.
Imitating him in every stride,
as if it was no mean game.

A little later…
A person passed by,
heaving a deep sigh.
Threw a loaf in the plate,
with a thought that he is great.

 Suddenly…
The beggar gave a lone smile,
as if he was seeing all the while.
It was God in the beggar's shape…
saw His own creation going futile.

God turned…
And said sadly to the dog,
you are so good and yet so small.
You know, I can not trust these people,
they are "humans" after all.

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PRASENJIT DAS

NETAJI PALLY MAIN ROAD

P.O. RABINDRA SARANI 

CITY & P.S. : SILIGURI

PINCODE - 734006

DIST - DARJEELING

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