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Panchatapa Chatterjee Poem
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Once God was in crafting mood,
He had to gift something precious to the world.
And the Imagination Bee had gone far to play.
The God was blank.
So he took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.
Then the God combined these qualities.
And there was nothing more to add.
He looked at it,
And knew His masterpiece was complete.
He called it ... Dad,
And sent it on Earth.
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Copyright © Panchatapa Chatterjee | Year Posted 2014
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Panchatapa Chatterjee Poem
I kept running here and there,
This room to that room,
My house to her house,
But noise left me not for a second.
Nowhere to escape,
I sat on a commode in silence,
And heard the noise again,
Rude, loud and annoying,
Madden, I looked here and there,
But the surrounding was calm,
Yet the noise harassed me,
Rude, loud and annoying.
I closed my eyes
To listen to that noise,
To match my wave with its,
And then I relieved myself,
From the noise that haunted me,
Because it came not from outside
But within.
Copyright © Panchatapa Chatterjee | Year Posted 2016
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