Standing in front of a mirror
An unbiased jurist of me
Heavy wrinkles on the forehead
Typifying the crossed thresholds
Where did the soft textured hair go?
Turned brittle with the patchy beard
The skin lost glow and grew pallor
Represents the bygone decades
The eyes, still with vitality
Token of the contented life
Place: 3 rd
Proud warriors of black and white
Debunk the bad extol the worse
Your Che Guevara shirts fit tight
I’m not a customer of those
You cannot take me for a nation
Considering the hues I see
I’m wrong in your simplification
With which I strongly disagree
I see more colours of the spectrum
Won’t pick the one you use for me
I note the tints you would expect from
An unbiased watcher of the sea
You see the truth before it fails
It cannot be improved by you
Turn off the light, see colours fade
Perhaps except the midnight blue.
Cutest prattles of children I adore
Are now the loudest cries I bear
Oh, No! The grieves of these abandoned souls
The worst sounds I have ever heard
Mesmerizing songs of endemic birds I carried
have become a threatening alarm now
Migratory birds missed the way to their hometown
Endemic ones sense no way at all to escape
Minerals accumulated river
is now of blood spilling over
Obnoxious odour it is,
I couldn't carry further...
Daily prayers and chants I hear
have turned into laments with fear
Thrumming thunder drums I bring
turned out to be the horrible skirmishes
Two military factions strictly crafting their plans
Echoing the sounds of huge bombs and gunfires
Reigned over their people by creating boundaries
Unfortunately, this unbiased breeze is same for all
Amidst this tormenting situation, I still try to thrive
to be a solacing breath to the struggling souls out there
If not, I would have become a windstorm
and ruined the entire place certainly
21-Oct -2023
I shall go hence
back whence I sprung
to shed, disgorge, eviscerate
all that I have ever known
all that I have ever learned
all that I am
all that is me, I be.
A full hard refresh
to be what I could be
untainted, smirched
unbiased, neutered.
Hence to whence
and thence I be,
freely
impotent.
The Man and the Nature.
He lives within She or vice versa. Characters entwined.
Reactions differ - depending on the stimuli. Roads decide who will drive. None is superior.
Some flowers need bees,
Some may not - Then, why Human?
Mind has no gender.
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
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