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Dipankar Chakraborty Poem
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Dipankar Chakraborty
Like the sparks of the crystal
water droplet
Which ignite the mighty world
from the chest of the small
leaflets,
The diamond eyes of the mere
child aim the arrow of love,
To tied us in the knot of
sovereignty being bestowed in
love.
That mere child don’t know the
darkness of this earth,
Its tranquil cry makes them to
talk mirth.
But the parents of the spouse
seal a mark on its head,
The title, which isolates one
from other, they accept it with
glad.
The title makes one royal and
makes other minority,
Gives one a life of silver spoon
and gives other inferiority.
Only this separate one from
other and bring forth distinction,
This only brings riot or the
matter of perception.
What is this which bounds
people to forget their humanity?
What is this for which mass
killing don’t caste any
impression in their mentality.
This also makes the mere child
to think like rival,
It will also praise the theory of
blood for blood, which is trivial.
Thus it is the original face of
this era,
Murder, in place of hand to
hand, is the power of the era,
The call of hold my hand when
turns in to blood hunger hooting,
When the spring music turns in
to blast or shooting.
Hai the small king, you are the
gift of our civilization,
Don’t follow the path of our
ancestor, please realize your
humiliation,
The path of rusticity is the boon
of that mighty soul,
Please make it soul spirit, than
you can achieve treasury in the
sac of coal.
Copyright © Dipankar Chakraborty | Year Posted 2013
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Dipankar Chakraborty Poem
I CAN'T BE PERFECT..............
with what thought we start our
life and what it shows,
where is our destination and
where it goes.....
when all dreams kneel downs in
front of life's twist,
we can't judge our faith for
frustration's mist.
The latent truth of my life is
that I can't be prefect,
i will end in silence that's the
real fact.
achievements will laugh
standing far from my reach,
failure will bite my passion like
broom witch..
i can't be perfect, i m sure;
in front of others, my talent will
always remain poor.
they are running in the race
track to hold their future,
forgetting the pleasure to be the
king of all creature...
my life only promise me to
enjoy the best present,
it never believes in future or
past legends.
it only knows it can't be perfect,
it will end in silence that's the
real fact
Copyright © Dipankar Chakraborty | Year Posted 2013
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Dipankar Chakraborty Poem
Making me solitude, the fire of love suddenly ends,
After a sparkling light, it makes me blind in the dark land.
Don’t know why roads are asking ‘where is my home’,
Don’t know why fear is asking where my scream is gone.
Losing myself, I got the way to survive,
Only with a dead body, life forgets it’s revived.
The creaking sound of heart now also reverberate in my tears,
The pain of destroying of dreams, I can’t bear………..
The beautiful garden of life, in a moment became dry,
Now, it’s only my dead heart which only cries.
Life ………. It always shows me the way of success,
But whenever I start to walk it breaks my legs to suppress…
Now eyes also got fed up by shedding the fountain of tears,
Seeing anyone’s love now I only get scared.
Love only enjoy the smoke of my dying soul,
Like a cigarette it squeezes & dumped me in the sac of coal.
Roads are now my real home,
Tears are only my fellow, with whom I can roam.
My new best friend is the rain,
It hides my tear & suppresses my pain.
But with whom I dreamt to share my soul,
Don’t know why she told me ‘time to move & role’.
I salute her decision from my core of heart,
You say how I can oppose it to give her hurt.
I wish my lover always remain happy,
Always get the best place which she deserves,
I am, for her, only a cigarette,
That’s why I will end as smoke with a dead soul inside…!
Copyright © Dipankar Chakraborty | Year Posted 2014
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Dipankar Chakraborty Poem
Under the sky of the twinkling night,
My mind flew like the untidy kite,
That knocked the door of her gloomy thoughts,
And made me for a second totally clot.
Suddenly I realized my eyes were wet,
Feeling the colourful bonanza of that mate,
Who never gave me a chance,
To consider her my heartiest companion for once.
I don’t know what will be the climax of this love story,
As everyone thinks I have about her no worry,
But what my heart wants no one knows,
In my every smile my whole grip blows,
Creating the blockage of my happiness,
And snatching from me all my confidence.
Please give me the suggestion what to do,
Please tell me if you get any clue,
To over bream my heart with the love of her,
And help me to get victory in his love war……
Copyright © Dipankar Chakraborty | Year Posted 2014
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