Long Bazar Poems

Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or rather without when the Ages seemed dark
and oriental spices called...

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A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle store
Go hump yourself, If...

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the canto of begging

1.
when the morning sets in
with the sun rising in the east 
i put on the dress of a beggar 
extended up to the horizon
and the canto of my begging starts 

i beg...

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A prosy prose for deity to mourn,
As the hunger stricken wobbles  the ground.
Oh! the old retinues that feed besides our ribs.
Come again with their unbearable tax payers,
While the labourers' stomach rumble!
The ignorant chieftains stare...

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Let the sun and moons switch off their lights
I have no complaint
One hundred zeroes in my room
Let them shine bright
Still hundred pictures I do paint


Till I have my grapevine
I live in cloud nine
Thunder lightning or...

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One  calm evening
on a leisure  drive  with  my  wife
along  the  national  highway 
Imphal  Dimapur road 
I remembered 
my overnight  road journeys
to Guwahati for office works
sometimes...

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A loving cousin brother,
Nongmaithem Manihar Singh ,
maternal cousin 
decades not seen
after his death I went
to his house at Yairipok Bazar
to attend his Asti Sanchay.

That country market place
miles away from my house in Imphal
I have not...

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An Auto Ride
 

A shuttle auto ,we were all into,
a student passenger leapt in.
Agglutinated her ears to the air pod,
eyes wide on the screen.
A small distance auto rickshaw it was.
But she kept busy ,wishpering and...

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REFUGEES

I read of Rohingya
Thrown out of Myanmar.
In a city near Cox’s Bazar.

I remember that place.
It’s hundred-mile beach.
Its waterfalls, jungles.
Its beauty and peace.

A place where turtles
Come home to nest
Where waterfalls
Splash from on high.

Where the jungle holds...

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REFUGEES

I read of Rohingya
Thrown out of Myanmar.
In a city near Cox’s Bazar.

I remember that place.
It’s hundred-mile beach.
Its waterfalls, jungles.
Its beauty and peace.

A place where turtles
Come home to nest
Where waterfalls
Splash from on high.

Where the jungle holds...

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Bangladesh has got lots of natural beauty,
This is nothing but for us God's bounty;
Cox's bazar sea beach is the longest all over the world,
It's wonderful beauty can compare to the dreamworld.
When the rising sun starts...

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No beautiful face on sale; Bazar is out of order
Fairyland - O dear goddess Ishtar! - is out of order.

I was alone at home, we'd to spend the noon together
Now, she rings aft' afternoon: my...

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TRIO

      Soil, Water, Air
      These THREE are essentials,
      Only Air is free.
      Go to Big...

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Eight Years Old

I’m eight years old, nearly nine
But I’ll never get there
There’s not enough time
I’m delinquent, a youth
Trapped in an old body
I’d still love a trainset
Though I am a fuddy duddy.
Clothes at Christmas, but
I feel...

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No one had any idea about their game plan
X,Y were allies of z and their target was Khan
Z Zeus ordered his allies to attack Pathan
One day when Khan Pathan went to Bazar to shop
X and...

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