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Best Poems Written by Somali Mukherjee

Below are the all-time best Somali Mukherjee poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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My Cute Little Brother

My cute little brother, 
Full of pristine purity, 
Glows amidst people other, 
Full of divine sanctity.

Stuffed with pure love, 
Filled with intimate innocence, 
Like an angel from above, 
He spreads his milky essence.

Cute little fingers
On the sweetest smile
That's constant and lingers
Wash away guile.

Lo! There does he crawl! 
Oh! There he tries to stand! 
Stand and fall! Stand and fall! 
Give him a helping hand.

Oh! Look at his eyes! 
So pure and so sheen; 
The cute comrade touches the skies
With his heart pristine.

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Unconcealable

None can hide your flair;
The gunpowder must catch fire
And make you shine through.

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The Flowers

The flowers like yellow topaz
Keep swaying in the breeze;
Such integrity Nature has
Alone with no pause and cease.

Let’s follow the Mother;
Let’s gather her integrity;
She alone knows forever
What’s called chastity.

Forget the people;
Forget the mob;
Garner your ripple;
Unleash your sob.

Let your sweetest sob
Create always something new;
Let the malicious mob
Know of its vaudeville view.

Let them envy,
Let them snarl;
Let them ill be;
Let them criticism hurl.

Many things shall take place,
But allow you trust self;
Mind, they’ll never show grace;
They’ll never offer help.

Whenever you are creative,
More criticisms will arise;
Still, you need to stay positive
To allow them return with sighs.

Learn from the flowers,
Leaning yet strong;
Open the doors of your bowers,
For creating song after song.

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A Presage

The scorching sunbeams
Envelop this atmosphere
In no time, for sure,
As if Nature is about
To blow her bugle of war.

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The Voice of the River

The murmuring sound
Of the gushing clear river
Speaks to enjoy life.

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Life, a Hurdle

Like a newborn babe
Girdled by
A colony of ants,
Like a bird in
A wooden cage,
Like a prisoner
In the Bastille,
Each human life
Is ensnared with
A great number
Of hurdles:
The path of life
Is never laden with
Silk and blossoms.
If we endeavour indeed,
We’ll attain life’s ambrosia.

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Pristine Forever

O, your affection
Gives me new birth every day;
How pure you are, Mom!

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Let's Reunite

We gave up our unity

With each and every barrier;

Abandoned integrity

Ushers in each disaster.

 

With our “narrow domestic walls”,

We all live in a cocoon;

Do we ever answer Nature’s call?

How do we expect her boon?

 

We defiled her to the utmost;

Aye! We love to hate;

With our unpremeditated boast,

We’ve brought in such a state.

 

We endeavoured to 'modernise'

This world of ours;

Nature will now all traumatise;

No lenience of flowers.

 

Corona’s raid,

Amphan’s dread

Turns us all afraid;

Once, Nature bled.

 

It’s time, it’s time,

When we must get unified;

Unity should chime,

Else we’ll get more petrified.

 

It’s the moment, it’s the moment,

When we all must sympathise;

To get rid of such confinement,

Let’s this earth re-naturalise.

 

With Pride, Envy, Lust,

We’ve made this earth an inferno;

With Greed, with Disgust,

We do suffer the bleeding blow.

 

One good deed a day,

At least, if we do,

We’ll keep the storms away;

We’ll feel ever-new.

 

Let’s renovate each thought;

Let’s renovate our aspect;

Things won’t be brought to naught;

Let’s love, and unite, and respect.

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Many Happy Returns, O Mother

Since the very morning,
Be it of the day, or
Be it of my life,
You love me.
Selfless love indeed!
You showed me
The light of this world.
O Mother, I love you.
Sometimes, in fret or
In pain, I misbehave.
I know that, O Mother.
I repent and say sorry,
But forgetting all of my
Misbehaviour, you stretch
Your open arms to me.
You are my first as well as
My best teacher in the world,
O Mother. Whenever you give
Me your cosy hug, I feel so secure.
While I write this, my eyes become
Hazy and my voice choked, for God
Has given me the best gift in the world,
And that is none but you, O Mother.
You are the best mother, as per me.
Years will roll, when you'll grow old.
One day, you will, perchance, leave me,
Leave me all alone in this corrupt world.
Where will I find such pure love then?
Teardrops roll down my cheeks, I feel
A lump in my throat, thinking that.
God bless you, God bless all,
God bless everyone here on the earth.
Let me make the most of the time,
The transient time flying away.
Stay with me, O Mother, please.
Please don't leave me alone here.
Many happy returns of the day,
O Mother, many happy returns
Of happy Mothers' Day. Stay well.

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The Vanity of Vanity

Boast not of money;
It elevates to destroy
Our human nature.