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Best Poems Written by Upasana Banerjee

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The Perfect Act



'Cause all who wonder are not lost
Through the warmth and through the frost..
I wanna be trapped with sweet relief
Trapped with a million belief..

'Cause remind me this once more
All that glitters is not gold..
I am no saint, I am not pure
Look into my eyes, it's just an allure..

So love me till all these last
Stop the future and forget the past..
Love me like winter, feel me like spring
When the rain starts to pour, give me your wings

The autumn will come and go, revealing me to you
Shedding my guard and ringing me true..
At summer we'll take the last breath and mend our heart
Promises of being together, till death do us part..
When the seasons wipe out and the light comes on
You end your act, and the mask's gone..

You smile, you go into her open arms
She's tall, perfect and all charms..
I look on, never losing a smile
Acting my part, a part so vile..

I put myself to an eternal sleep
As you sow, so shall you reap..
There are no complaints, absolutely none
I'll look after you, till the heavens drown thy sun.

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Dear Old Friend

When death comes,
He will find me with a cup of tea,
Enjoying the summer evening rains.
He will find me with my favourite book,
Turned to the page I like the most.
He will find me with the radio on,
Playing a song very well a retro now.
He will find me in my mother's dress,
Draped clumsily on a whim.
He will find me with my father's pen,
And a blank notebook in the lap.
He will find me with our wedding photos by the bedside table,
And his cologne still saturating the sheets decades later.
He will find me with the memories of our children,
And the last conversation we had a month ago.

He will find me with anticipation and relief,
With a smile and perhaps a tear or two.
Death will find me willing and ready,
And a little nervous to meet the familiar 'ol friend.

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When I Grieve

There were so many present today,
To pay their respects and
To bid you their final farewells.
Some expressed grief at your sudden absence,
Some took a fond walk down the memory lane.
Some left early having fulfilled their societal responsibility,
Some sat in silence, unable to articulate their many thoughts.
What about me, you ask?

I wondered.
I wondered what will it be like?
When I run out of the last of your favourite biscuits.
Or when the bedroom stops smelling of your aftershave.
When your loyal labrador is too old to go for a walk,
And when the flowers stop piling at your grave.
When the oak tree in the backyard withers,
And when they stop selling your treasured cigarettes.
What if our trusted tea shop around the corner closes down?
And all your shirt buttons start coming undone one by one.

I wondered.
I wondered what will it be like?
When everyone stops grieving,
When everyone moves on.
What will it be like?
When I lose you in the truest sense,
And I finally grieve in a world happy without you.

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Until I Rest

I have things to do and places to be,
Burdens to bear and people to please.
I look not at the watch staring back at me,
For I shall be late to the morning tea.
I have so many conversations to make,
And very many promises to break,
I have to be at the graveyards and the cemeteries,
Then put on a smile and bring the kids pastries.
I have to look the sick in the eye and lie,
Beg them to hold on to false hope till they comply.
I have to make sure the last of the biscuits sell,
Then guide the birds back home when night befell.

I have things to do and places to be,
But let me rest a moment before it's time to leave.