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Sujoy Bhattacharya Poem
It was very cold outside .
Mist and fog engulfed everything on the earth
to be viewed by mortal eyes .
I was roaming aimlessly –
unclad with any manmade clothes .
Frowning lashes of tortures of the winter night
could not make me a slave,
to succumb to her austere oppression .
My insolent indifference to her pungent calamity
aroused her ire and she got infuriated
to my punish my audacity.
All her massive weapons fell flat on my nonchalant attitude .
I moved on naked ignoring
gnarling howling of the nocturnal nature boiling in rage !
A fusillade of sleets
with the speed of missiles ,
was trying to perforate my head with hundred holes .
At long last my human body
surrendered to the omnipotence of the hostile nature .
I took refuge temporarily ,
under the envelop of unconsciousness .
A new smiling morning dawned
spreading a sheet of oblivion on the earth
making her forgetful of the furies of the last night .
I opened my eyes –
gently unfolded by the soft touch of sunshine .
My unbalanced , morbid brain got back complete sanity .
Rejection in love turned me mentally retarded.
Dancing sleet rearranged my disrupted cells
to its regular array –
and my insanity got recovered .
I even forgot what happened in my past life .
Loss of memory helped me to start a new life .
The blue sky waved me a welcome journey
to my new phase of life .
A hilarious swarm of butterflies
whirled over my head to greet me .
The flowers in the nearby bushes
peeped out to congratulate me on my recovery .
I stitched with thorns the spacious leaves ,
collecting from the nature’ s wardrobe,
to sew my garment to hide shame
and set out for the nearest town to turn over a new leaf .
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Sujoy Bhattacharya Poem
Where I want to go is the place
Where hunger and thirst do not exist .
An island that is not turned profane
By the touch of unholy human feet .
To mitigate my hunger and quench my thirst
I can't help taking human help – undesirable .
Today I Find no human being anywhere
Not being dominated by beastly instinct .
In my dreamland I will live in peace
With my friends – animals and insects .
I will teach them the lesson of humanity .
I will come back again to the land of Man ?
Shame-driven – human beings will flee to forest
To make room for the human – beasts …
Copyright © Sujoy Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2017
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Sujoy Bhattacharya Poem
It was very cold outside .
Mist and fog engulfed everything on the earth
to be viewed by mortal eyes .
I was roaming aimlessly –
unclad with any manmade clothes .
Frowning lashes of tortures of the winter night
could not make me a slave,
to succumb to her austere oppression .
My insolent indifference to her pungent calamity
aroused her ire and she got infuriated
to my punish my audacity.
All her massive weapons fell flat on my nonchalant attitude .
I moved on naked ignoring
gnarling howling of the nocturnal nature boiling in rage !
A fusillade of sleets
with the speed of missiles ,
was trying to perforate my head with hundred holes .
At long last my human body
surrendered to the omnipotence of the hostile nature .
I took refuge temporarily ,
under the envelop of unconsciousness .
A new smiling morning dawned
spreading a sheet of oblivion on the earth
making her forgetful of the furies of the last night .
I opened my eyes –
gently unfolded by the soft touch of sunshine .
My unbalanced , morbid brain got back complete sanity .
Rejection in love turned me mentally retarded.
Dancing sleet rearranged my disrupted cells
to its regular array –
and my insanity got recovered .
I even forgot what happened in my past life .
Loss of memory helped me to start a new life .
The blue sky waved me a welcome journey
to my new phase of life .
A hilarious swarm of butterflies
whirled over my head to greet me .
The flowers in the nearby bushes
peeped out to congratulate me on my recovery .
I stitched with thorns the spacious leaves ,
collecting from the nature’ s wardrobe,
to sew my garment to hide shame
and set out for the nearest town to turn over a new leaf .
Copyright © Sujoy Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2017
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Sujoy Bhattacharya Poem
Bleeding on bed of thorns
I descried a cave of woe alluring
End of that happiness dwells .
Leaving the cave of body
life flees with the messenger of
death to her final home .
Seasons sleep in the cave
of time to reappear with the call
of the piper Earth .
Copyright © Sujoy Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2017
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Sujoy Bhattacharya Poem
It was very cold outside .
Mist and fog engulfed everything on the earth
to be viewed by mortal eyes .
I was roaming aimlessly –
unclad with any manmade clothes .
Frowning lashes of tortures of the winter night
could not make me a slave,
to succumb to her austere oppression .
My insolent indifference to her pungent calamity
aroused her ire and she got infuriated
to my punish my audacity.
All her massive weapons fell flat on my nonchalant attitude .
I moved on naked ignoring
gnarling howling of the nocturnal nature boiling in rage !
A fusillade of sleets
with the speed of missiles ,
was trying to perforate my head with hundred holes .
At long last my human body
surrendered to the omnipotence of the hostile nature .
I took refuge temporarily ,
under the envelop of unconsciousness .
A new smiling morning dawned
spreading a sheet of oblivion on the earth
making her forgetful of the furies of the last night .
I opened my eyes –
gently unfolded by the soft touch of sunshine .
My unbalanced , morbid brain got back complete sanity .
Rejection in love turned me mentally retarded.
Dancing sleet rearranged my disrupted cells
to its regular array –
and my insanity got recovered .
I even forgot what happened in my past life .
Loss of memory helped me to start a new life .
The blue sky waved me a welcome journey
to my new phase of life .
A hilarious swarm of butterflies
whirled over my head to greet me .
The flowers in the nearby bushes
peeped out to congratulate me on my recovery .
I stitched with thorns the spacious leaves ,
collecting from the nature’ s wardrobe,
to sew my garment to hide shame
and set out for the nearest town to turn over a new leaf .
Copyright © Sujoy Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2017
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