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Anindya Mohan Tagore Poem
Green - I have seen you somewhere within my evergreen soul
Where the Omniscient plays his flute
To rejuvenate the tired ones - scattered by the humdrum of daily chores
His idiosyncratic tune soothes my heart
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the desolated dry lands
Where you assure us of a definite return
Spiralling with the next rain to come - with the seeds of new love
Sprouting with our endless hopes - in the hands of caressing farmers
Farmers of life too
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the falling leaves
Burnt by the desires of their own - dejected souls
Still they fall on the ground from where they got nourishment
Mix them with their mother to make her fertile
To maintain the perpetual flow of love
To the next progeny
An evergreen dream
Comes true
Green - I have seen you somewhere within ...
My desperate hopes
01.03.16
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You are the earth and you are the mother
You are my Durga - you can multi-tusk
Of your children, let me be the father
You work really hard, from dawn to dusk
You are my Durga - you can multi-tusk
You play so many roles - in daily chore
You work really hard, from dawn to dusk
Raising children, doing your job and more
You play so many roles - in daily chore
Mother, teacher, daughter, friend, wife and all
Raising children, doing your job and more
You are present - at every beck and call
Mother, teacher, daughter, friend, wife and all
You are perfect in each role you perform
You are present - at every beck and call
Let's worship Durgas and make it a norm
You are perfect in each role you perform
Of your children, let me be the father
Let's worship Durgas and make it a norm
You are the earth and you are the mother
08.03.16
Durga is the principal form of the Goddess, also known as Devi and Shakti in Hinduism. Durga the mahashakti, the form and formless, is the root cause of creation, preservation and annihilation.
My dedication on International Women's Day.
(10 syllables per line)
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Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also
27.02.16
P.S. : Poet Marugu Mo, himself is a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicely. A great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title too. My respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.
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"Smoking is bad,
Out of fad", says
my lad of eight
Don't smoke again
It does slain you
Gives pain to us
I do not bluff
Said,"Enough!" Took
a puff to think
26.02.16
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“Come Spring – drench me with your colours”, you whispered
And then you started unfolding the secrets in front of me
Under the azure sky and amber sun
Your ivory skin dazzled my virgin eyes…
I want to paint your neck and your eyelashes in mauve
I don’t need to colour your crimson lips and jet hair
Let me draw marigold over the origin of elixir
I am going to paint your hands and legs with platinum
Let emerald play all over your body
And fuchsia be bloomed here and there
When I have completed my job, you called me to come closer
Amazed by your angelic beauty I was approaching …
In the middle, I stumbled and fell on the ground
Oh! My nose!
While opening my eyes, I found myself on the floor of my bedroom
Oh! My God!
I fell flat from my bed and it was a dream…
17.03.16
colours : azure, amber, ivory, mauve, crimson, jet, marigold, platinum, emerald and fuchsia.
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I woke up
With a headache
In that morning with a sombre sky
With my tea cup in hand I opened the newspaper
Got struck with a front page news: Fire in Book Fair
Ah! That’s why the vapoured wisdoms and burnt poems
Have created this grim nature – to mourn their comrades death
I was excited to experience the feelings for the first time in my life
Doctors told me “there is risk, the baby may be premature”
But we didn't have any other choice than this one only
Let the baby come out to get some fresh air here
I heard the cry, Oh! My god, the baby was okay
The Sister came and called me up to see
I jumped in the air in joy -
My fatherhood
07.03.16
It is very difficult to create any shape with two stanzas. Still I have tried my level best to represent the morning sun through my piece.
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plucked the wax flowers -
to unbutton the beauty
of eternal spring
22.03.16
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While enjoying the beauty, Life says, " Follow my steps..."
15.03.16
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pains insist the pen
to paint - penumbra of life;
flashbacked halcyon..
04.02.16
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Taking out my heart
From the skeletal debris
Great minds never die -
Providing blood from you dears
Those who love and never lie
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
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