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Reetuparna Adhikary Poem
Deep into the forest I tread,
Nothing along but a sense of dread.
The gloomy canopy
Of the spectral gigantic trees
Block the clear sky,
Led solely by
The unblinking third eye.
Lost amidst bewilderment,
Blindfolded by the guileful semblence.
Darkness misleads the way,
Wolf hunts in a deer veil.
There is woven a web of lies,
But Allurement is yet to overwhelm
The unblinking third eye.
A path made of thorns,
There is blood trail all along.
The smell incites the beasts,
Lurking around to prey upon.
Every moment, a wrestle to live or die,
Yet accompanied by
The unblinking third eye.
Title Chosen - Unblinking Third Eye
Contest Name - Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Date - 18th July, 2022
Copyright © Reetuparna Adhikary | Year Posted 2022
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Reetuparna Adhikary Poem
She, the queen of glamour, they say,
Loves making things flow her way.
Fortunate she was, having earned
A prince as he, so delectable,
Amidst the beauty of hills,
He made her, the dream castle.
As lovingly, She delivered to him once,
"O dear, the castle be a heaven of light"
" I promise dear " he said " there be as
Much windows as much you may cite "
Down the hill, beside the river,
Lived there with her man, a pauper.
Little penny to spend,
Boundless love to shower,
There stood no castle but a tiny
Hut Built of love and care.
The hills overshadowed their tiny palace,
Wasn't overwhelming enough
To darken their little world of solace.
Up the hill, the queen overjoyed, roamed
All over her heaven, but dropped
Her smile the moment she was aware,
Her cabin wasn't bright enough as
Her prince charming's word of honour.
Disheartened, she walked down the hill.
The pauper was admiring herself
In the reflection of the river,
Until she caught the sight of the elegant
Lady standing over there .
Her dress was fine and glamorous,
The pauper was humbled by her
Own gown with dirt patches all over.
"Where are you from o beautiful lass?"
"I am from there young lady",
The queen Pointed to her palace.
Astonished as the pauper was
At the huge sight she witnessed,
Her hut felt nothing more than
A pile of wood and thatch.
Said the pauper, "welcome to my Shanty",
Stepping her elegant steps in, the
Queen uttered," why so gloomy and shivery "
Smiled the pauper, " love is warm and cozy"
The queen was humbled by
Such words of her's so canny.
"Let me walk you through my home",
The Queen willingly welcomed.
The pauper was astounded
At the sight of the huge castle hall
The illumination, the chandelier,
The warmth, She did witness never.
Dispirited, the pauper returned back home,
Her man worried, where her smile has gone?
Up the hill, the Queen wondered
How ungracious she was being,
Didn't value the treasures, she was blessed,
The moment her prince charming walked in,
She wrapped him in a warm embrace.
Down the hill, the pauper spent nights,
With sight of the huge bright
Castle, still fresh in her mind.
One such night she was asleep,
When she hears sounds outside her cabin.
Curious, she stepped out in the frost,
Her man laboured hard, covered in snow.
She worried " O dear, why inflict upon you
Such pain in the freezing cold?"
Gently pulling her in, he kissed her hands,
" My world, I shall build you a new
Home, warm with bed of coals"
kissing her eyes , he tucked her hair behind
Her ear "Your forever smile my dear, I desire"
Her blessed eyes couldn't help but shed tears.
What bliss was she in search for?
For her, her boon stood there, before.
Sponsor - Hilo Poet
Contest Name - Metrical Tale
Date - 12th January, 2023
Copyright © Reetuparna Adhikary | Year Posted 2023
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Reetuparna Adhikary Poem
The sun, they curse,
Witnesses the Summer,
Winter comes with grace,
The Sun, they desire.
The dance of the rain,
The elegance of water,
When buried grudge breathes,
Storm burst open the thunder.
The Love is gentle,
When hard, the heart beats,
Heart scatters and bleeds,
When sharp ends bears a beast.
Copyright © Reetuparna Adhikary | Year Posted 2024
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