Miss Sandy!
Troubled nature's waves
named as Sandy!
And they do all the precautions to survive?
But the poor man's hurricane longlasts since the beginning
as simple poverty and the rich binoculars
never see them as their own brothers & sisters?
to my poet colleague Pranab!
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A playwright in a lunatic asylum
The Psychiatrist read the script and said;
'I am your doctor my brothers and sisters.'
'It's a common saying and we too whispered the same line
When we're enrolled to this college.' A colleague interupts.
'But now we're almost cured' Someone muttered.
'What's your religion? ' Doctor inquired a patient
He tells; ' My Dad is a Strong Catholic and mother is a simple Buddhist,
Sister eloped with a Muslim and the youngest brother converted to Hindu.'
'Sorry you need my religion isn't it?
He wants to give me a scholarship to Harvard University it seems.'
My religion is Oxygen.'
'What, A new religion? '
'No doctor the oldest religion since the beginning and once that stopped
All the sages go to hell or Heaven who knows? '
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Sir!
You passed me remarks on & off
that I am an ignorant!
Yes Sir!
I know only that Sun rises in the East
and sets in the West,
One plus one is two not eleven like our boss says
and the precious letter
in the English alphabet starts with 'A'
and finishes at 'Z'.
But you are not familiar with this statement Sir!
Most of the huts in this ridiculous World
Their stoves unlit for days, months and years?
All the religions I seaerched but couldn't find the right word
and ultimately it's in the encyclopedia in simple letters
'poverty'.
to my friend Pranab!
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Who Plucked This Man-Bird's Discoloured Feathers?
Salivate & cries!
Tetanus,
Hysterics,
hotchpotch & this hopeless bird
caged on the top?
Pejudical to see the faraway Horizon
and no tower of strength?
to my poet friend Pranab!
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Poor human puppetry and Warfare strategy
Bombers in the handsome sky with acrobats
And they dropp modern sophisticated devices.
Starving bonhomie children run to the playgrounds
As they believe some bonanza gifts from the superiors above.
Calcium, Iron and fish Oil capsules
B12 Injections, Mutivitamins and pain killers
Cough syrups, Viagra and Condoms
Precautions for sexual transmitted diseases
And for their chastity it seems,
For the boisterous & bombastic young recruits?
To fight with their poor own brothers & sisters!
Common Graveyards sincerely cry with deeds
As there are no any spaces for burial our offspring?
*Go dress yourself all in your best
And come along with me,
I'll take you to the cruel wars
In High Germany. - Some lyrics of a song.
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At last the love utters with a lisp?
In between the sky & Earth
He's born to a well to do family.
Getting his Master's degree
Chosen a bride from a shinning pedigree?
Beginning really a happy-go-lucky!
And changed into a misery.
Sweet words and melodies
Like darling, honeycomb & sweetheart
All disappeared in a while
Rat, Cat & idiot
Donkey, Monkey and go to hell...................continues
Day by day life goes thinner
As a piece of paper
Chest pains,
Heart attacks!
But rescued.
Then collapsed from the staircase
Ultimately the Graduate was paralyzed?
Oozing! Wet stockings
Loathsome and he dies in sleep
And the burial was a grand event with music!
But no address to be found hereafter?
to my poet friends Pranab Chakraborty, Premji Premji, Raj Nandy & rest of all.........................................!
[Consider that this day never dawns again.]
-Dante
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Are you rich?
Because parents are rich
I am not rich.
Because brothers or sisters
Or in-laws are rich,
Because own children are rich
I am no richer.
Unless I myself am rich
I cannot be rich.
Too late to understand
And hence poor I went.
Agartala
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The frozen death in a quiet winter night!
['You can choose to live your life to your own agenda with a sense of personal purpose that gives your life ventures meaning and a feeling of fulfillment_This is called being at cause living from the inside out creating the life and reality you want.']-David R.J.Powell
Skeletal cypress trees mourn
for their offspring
At a stretch sleep the countless fallen leaves,
Quiet the hazy night and a small drizzle
with crispy snow that covers the helpless burial grounds?
I hear their babyish cries but I am voiceless?
I took out my pocket book and the pencil stub
and I address to my poor poet-God!
While a tear dropp hangs in my eye.
For you, I scribble this line Sir!
O I witnessed the frozen death
in this quiet winter night?
for my poet friend Pranab Chakraborty in gratitude!
Who's translated my few poems into his mother tongue Bengali and already published them in his co-editing magazine.
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A tendency to ignore the realities of life?
Painter! Is this a void picture
Or am I blind?
Let it be in its true colors
And please do not whitewash.
Poor carpenter who makes for others
But in his house there's not a comfortable chair?
And the skinny Mason does leveling
on this unbalanced World.
That luminous board never says
The right place where the road ends.
On the way I met her holding an Hour glass
and she gave the name and address
in the pitch darkness!
When I read it under the dim street lamp
O it's just a blank paper?
to my friend Pranab who lives in Calcutta!
*['What I am looking for is a blessing that's not in disguise.']-Kitty O'Neill Collins
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A Text message
'A fellow poet from Solomon Islands.
Hey! My scribbler what's your Motto exactly? '
'To be a rotten hard boiled egg
And finish the journey in a Tycoon's Bog.
A poor Hen's soloist somber offspring.'
I responded.
*God does not create poverty, we do, because we do not share.
-Mother Teresa
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A Homeless writes on the Ballot?
O the rich Winter comes
Poor Man's eternal enemy?
I have to move from my cardboard house
Nearby the Railway Station.
A hole in my old boot
and a penny stuck in the wallet?
I have to skip fish oil
the doctor prescribed for cholesterol
But I have to fill my miniature empty bottle
with that weather-beaten Elixir?
For decades I just dropped my poor vote
to every Tom, Dick and Harry
But still it's a dream
The handsome politician's usurp Utopia!
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Poverty and Indigence.
Poverty and Indigence.
Is it poverty, ?
Is it indigence, ?
The Master of Paranoia,
Do they know poverty, ?
When they lack troth,
When you are in poverty,
Theres no water,
No clothes,
No basic needs,
Indigence is when you are in the streets,
You keep on calling,
Saying,
I be here and saying I'm poor,
You're rich, oh stiff creature,
You're having eyes and can walk,
Lovable creature,
You never missed a single bliss since Creation,
You're never poor,
Ever rich,
Forever rich for the Heavenly Sanctuary.
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Trembling leaves of the money tree
Poor souls pray beneath the tree,
If a strong wind comes
Leaves would be scattered
And they can pick into their bags.
Yes, the storm came but leaves are still there
And the poor souls blown away!
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A night cannot sleep
A pregnant woman cries in her peasant cottage
Infant's day is coming soon to see this magic World?
And a faraway fox howls on top of a mountain.
A stray dog barks to the Moon at a sandy beach
And a wounded soldier weeps of his deep cuts in a bush
Yet night still awakes and prays Sun to bring a mild day light!
A humble dedication to my friend Pranab K Chakraborty!
*To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence, the constant popularity of dogs.
-Unknown
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If Someone asks what's the beauteous thing you have seen in your life?
Definitely I tell him or her
The Honorable Death!
Open your eyes and see that poor man
Who lies in a cheaper casket like a Cardboard box
And the loved ones around him crying?
Tax collectors, Money lenders, sympathizers
And the Landlord of his rented house
All like statues and never grumble him again.
Precious heart stopped and blood river never flows
Lungs malfunctioned and no Oxygen intake
Strange odor and ooze from the nostrils
And the color of his skin turns into pale blue
Everybody wants the burial soon
And nobody likes to stay longer with him?
A humble dedication to my poet friend Pranab Chakraborty!
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An honest plea from a scribbler to survive
Time has come to beg it seems
And I am sorry that I do not know the know-how.
Poor wife and myself entangled in a political asylum case here.
Money! Money! Money! Dogs never sniff that I know but I need a lump some for the Solicitor who look after us.
I have altogether 800 scribblings the only wealth I own
And if a philanthropist would like to have a kind word with me,
Herewith I submit my curriculum-vitae please.
Nimal.Dunuhinga
1836, W.Sumac Lane, Apt.#8.
Anaheim,
Ca.92804-6944
E-mail [email protected]
mobile phone # (714) 224-6987
* I am sorry my dear poet friends this is not a propaganda but a true yelp from a human-dog.
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And I am not quite sure where I have to turn in the midst?
Gloomy sky shows the symptoms
of the sick Autumn,
And purposely hides somewhere the old Sun?
A dull morning
I hear a flock of black birds're singing
merrily search in the withered grass
and struggle to survive the small insects!
Please listen Chum and leave all the puffy arguments
Wherever you go
and whatever you touch
You see the suffering
and feel the enormous pain?
Insects' cry dragged away with the strong winds
and I am not quite sure where I have to turn
in the midst?
to the poet Michael L.P in gratitude!
['The clue to happiness is being interested in Life.People's happiness is as great as they can create it.']-L.Ron Hubbard
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Hurricane sandy
Hurricane sandy
make people realized
They are nothing
Hurricane sandy is
No ordinary storm
It is super storm
With extraordinary
Width and velocity
Hurricane sandy
Make people realized
They are nothing.
Everybody is in danger here
Nobody is free from fear.
One world one life one air
Live and let live in this earth.
One light one water my dear brother
Nothing is yours
Nothing to bother.
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Paradise Apothecary
Dear Patients,
You have the right to know about the proper use of medication and its effects.If you need more information please ask.
-The Pharmacist
'Yes Sir, I have a question
Do you have the right to ask
The health Insurance
When poor people were in suffocation? '
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*Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens
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Nostalgic thoughts at a Sunset
When Sun goes down
I see a faraway building top
Someone brings the National flag lower.
Like the flag post
Alone, I think of my Motherland.
And it's really morning there now.
Somebody must hoist our National flag
in the President's house while he sleeps?
People rush to struggle with life
As the cost of living goes so high.
And I think of my friendly brother Lalith
Who taught me to read and write
And lot of things of the mysterious life?
My two sisters and their families
Few sincere relatives too haunt.
When we see each other again?
I take my handkerchief out
from my tiny pocket and wipe my wet eyes,
Wave and I mutter to that sailing ship bounds East?
'Please convey my loving regards to them.'
I feel that my feet sleepy and crawl on this sandy beach
Towards my halcyon cottage a rented heavenly apartment!
[Attachment is a suffering what Buddha said! ]
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Who takes my watercolour painting to the Amateur's Art Exhibition?
O the poor hairless brush secretly informs me
That the Horse wants to run away.
I beg you to stay until the Exhibition finishes
And I promise you to make a better stable
If I win the first prize!
Let stay together for sometimes
And I am sure that you have a bright future.
Still if your intension is to run away?
Then I am sorry as I cannot stop
And I give you wings!
[To the poets Pranab K Chakraborty and Yoonoos Peerbocus.]
*Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
-Woolf
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