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Somali Mukherjee Poem
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.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2022
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
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.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
None can hide your flair;
The gunpowder must catch fire
And make you shine through.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
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.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2022
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
The scorching sunbeams
Envelop this atmosphere
In no time, for sure,
As if Nature is about
To blow her bugle of war.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
'Life' is a short word,
But it means just everything;
It goes on and on.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
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.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2020
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
Boast not of money;
It elevates to destroy
Our human nature.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
The murmuring sound
Of the gushing clear river
Speaks to enjoy life.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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Somali Mukherjee Poem
Give me more pressure;
Generate the gem in me
Just like a diamond.
Copyright © Somali Mukherjee | Year Posted 2022
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