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Nilanjan Ghosal Poem
A dream, bad from every nook
In front of my eyes, so painful.
Eyes of mine being tearful
And petrified of the remembrance, I looked.
Deep down somewhere inside the heart
Lies a monotonous melancholy,
Lording slowly, speaking distinctly
Of the ones, moving willingly or unwillingly, apart.
The awful reverberation of the pains,
The anomalous silence of the lips
Makes no good to the victims’ deeps
But to menace the already-made stains.
Love and affection, nothing but an illusion,
Drive the youths, sometimes, into a circle so vicious
Making them, gradually, sub-conscious
Of the foredooming situation.
The hazardous ambiance of betrayal,
So treacherous, so obnoxious
Makes us so ferocious
To trust in one being more than loyal.
Women and even small girls
Practicing and participating in prostitution
Though a taboo to the sophisticated civilization,
For a mouthful forget their morals.
Jobless the students are, so hopeless
Leave no reason for education.
Depressed to the manhole of frustration
Question their independence.
The merciless slaughtering of people
And of the innocent newborns, so cruel
The carnivorous minds inside, that dwell
Are they better than animal?
The miring sins, all around
A sinister awaits the weak,
Till this insatiable appetite of Politics
Forever will be sound.
For us, the same
Day or Night, it is.
Our conscience to protest it is
Upon which, hovers the clouds of shame.
Forcing us to do what we should not
In the name of God, either,
Or by reasons of fear,
Hurts our life and existence, a lot.
To the bloodthirsty vampires,
Stop these barbaric games
Of pretending to hold your false fame
Leading to your catastrophic massacre.
For a year or two, if these pursue, I fear,
Ruthlessly skinning and ripping the society
For the highest worldly possession, money
End of the world is not too far, my dears.
Copyright © Nilanjan Ghosal | Year Posted 2015
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Nilanjan Ghosal Poem
Looking at the stars little Anna said
Of what are they made?
“With the souls of the persons dead”, her Father said.
“From where do the stars get their light”, little Anna said
“From the smiles of the little ones on Earth”, Father responded.
She asked “Why the Sun and the Moon can’t be seen together?”
“The night will not be seen then due to the immense light”, replied the Father.
Little Anna frowns, “Where from the Roses get their smell and Orchids their color?”
“From the ecstasy of love and kindness of God”, the Father answers.
“Where from the rivers get their water”, she intrigued.
“The kindness and love of the Almighty rolls down from his eyes”, the Father continued.
“What is Love”, little Anna asks.
“Love is to care for others just like God does for you”, Father delivers.
She asked, “Why does God never die?”
“He takes care of us throughout our lives.
Without Him, no one survives”, the Father replies.
Drowsiness covered her energetic eyes.
Like profound clouds enveloping the skies.
The father, annoyed of her silly questions, sighs.
The Questioning of little Anna, still highs.
“One last question”, said Little Anna and asked, “Where do people go after they are dead?”
“To Heaven, where peace and serenity reside along with the Almighty”, the Father said.
Little Anna had already fallen asleep
Her eyes had merged with the darkness of the deep
Her lips moving slowly, uttering something vaguely
Trying to hear, her Father brought his ear close to her lips
And having heard the utterance, tears rolled down his cheeks
Only the last words that he could remember-
“I love and will love you, forever and ever!”
Copyright © Nilanjan Ghosal | Year Posted 2015
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