Long Betel Poems

There are butterflies in my garden;
           can you believe it?

Two or three of its kind; big and small. 
All very cute and very colorful 
Delightful...

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rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane 

rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing


rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks,...

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How happy can one be?
Ofentimes, I wonder aloud,
Taking advantage of my creative licence.
Let me explain -
The filth I encounter in this city:
Stinking garbage hills along the sidewalks,
Bloody graffiti of betel-nut stains on walls and lampposts,
Jellying...

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This is my garden.

I recently discovered
the quiet allure 
of the forgotten art of gardening.

More than shoving seeds into soil,
More than impatiently waiting for seedlings and then greedily harvesting the fruit of one’s labour. 

More than...

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4. 
the sex-appeal of the telephone 
and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-crows 
are all harmonised seamlessly 

the noon in the blood 
is flowing along the river 

all the dialogues are covered 
with misspelling of...

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Fugitive Truth -Asad Chowdhury 
Reciter - Shimul Mustapha

Fugitive truth, where did they all go?
In bottled milk, rice bowls! Nowhere to know!
In the restaurants, hotels, salons
In a library and inside  antique smells
Television or cinema, radio
In...

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Only one room of the home of thatched roofing
Night nest my childhood grew up
On the reed mat, at the cow dung floor
We slept in a line warmly in whole room 

With the portion of my...

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the third floor of a six-storied building,
silent room of three family members,
father, mother and a son

the son corporate job holder
in this populous city,
punctuality, sincerity, responsibility
makes him busy in his daily job

in the parent's room
crystal eye-glasses...

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There were liberal field, golden paddy, mild touch of south breeze
And there were you, your beautiful smiles with opening mind

There were jackfruit, plum, mango, palm, and betel-nut trees on the bank of the pond.
And there...

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You are a woman, with numerous names –
Whore,
Harlot, 
Courtesan,
Street Walker,
Concubine,
Lady of the night,
Prostitute,
a sex worker???

Bird of prey -
eyed by predator pimps, 
numerous numb nights 
spent in bleak brothels,
flocked like cattle in filthy sheds,
Time-etched face -
worn-out...

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Emerald green that shines on
gleaming green jewel bug
Algae green of the serene pond
And there swim the shoveler ducks

Harlequin green from areca leaves pinnate
Softly grins when sunrays gently penetrate
And the dark green on betel leaves
Oh ho,...

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Embellished saris glide with hot winds
as the clatter of  bright anklets  varnish
female  heels rippling  on New Delhi's trails:
pungent waft of curry permeates
through a local mart —betel, cinnamon
and mint leaves flaunt their...

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In the invited place she got precious gift as new guest
After derived back to home it made her unhappy fest
The temple deity was floating on her sight without mist
To forget she exorcised with betel leaf...

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Plowing the pages of textbooks, 
Sali’s teenage sauntered away
like a bull.

Her breath smelling chewing gum still lingers 
in the solitude of his soul, but he’s
forbidden to call up.

His free bird’s died, getting a shock from...

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He rolls up and
down on life’s 
surface as a 
droplet on the
*colocasia leaf. 
He never walks
with his life
hand in hand. 
While heaping 
up yellow metal
and rupee on the
side-walk, green
life gets wasted 
in his mind’s nook.
Time...

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How calm, how cool aah!
In the queue of betel jackfruit, mango garden
Happiness run with family
Paddy area and the mustard field.
Baisagu arrived in our village
Beautiful dance of joy, welcome
Village to replay around parties
Kham jotha thorkha playing.
Aah!...

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They proposed stabilization
Friction from the augers
Rotation
Caused one to ponder
Would such affect
Those ah yonder
Then in perfect diction
He said it as a predict
If thee surface of this
Slate should pop
It will create a lot of
Rocks
And if these rocks...

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Who so has whatso any, 
O deem thou more than plenty,
Fair ‘tis enough fame to fetch, 
No one has all of world bounty.
Does Pineapple plant flowers fetch?
Can Forest Flame fruit-bearing be?
Betel-leaf has fruits nor flowers,
Nature...

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Prolonged sickness



At the first sight
Sickness is a luxury coach
Bed of apples
Party of toast and eggs
Crowded like a holiday trip.

Soon after
Sickness sickens 
Like  diabetes;
Dense faces turn thin and hazy,
Cripples vision;
The sweet sting of arrow 
In...

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I do not know his name 
But always like to watch 
He is a small vendor of betel leaf 
At my village market 
Never he wears a shirt and footwear
Monday and Saturday, the market runs...

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