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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
On that rainy night
Near her home,
At the distance,
A lone electric lamp shone;
Raindrops dribbling ,seen
Flickering in its light.
She might have been sleeping then.
I was driving my car
In the rain
towards my distant home
in the city.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2017
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
Recently in my dream
a wild pigeon flew inside my house
landed on the corridor and
turning into a baby
came toddling to me.
I lifted him,held in my arms
and loitered here and there.
I asked , “Dear,
when will you turn again into a bird ? “
But before listening his reply
I woke up from sleep.
It was five morning ,
chirping of the birds heard
three wild pigeons walking
on the courtyard .
I have some fruit trees growing
at the backward and courtyard
of my house
on which they usually perch.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2021
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
My loving dog !
I once felt pain-
while he
standing beside me
with his usual glee,
wondering why fate
decreed he would
be born
as a hound
despite the abundant
divine qualities
within his faithful heart.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
A kitten with a delicate face
tiny,bright,and playful
formed a bond with my little granddaughter .
She blossomed into adulthood
becoming a fair mother
within a short period of months
but died in an accident.
I wondered and felt pain,
'What a stark difference between our lives !'
Her life was short,
and we have a long journey to go.
But in that brief moment
of our shared life , our souls
connected beyond time's divide.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
Rushing to the third class
When I was a young student
Undertaking train journeys
Often looking for a window seat.
Amid the track's rhythm
Full of hope for the future
I saw countryside and cities
Leaving behind from the coach window.
The hawkers' calls echoed
Inside the compartment,
A counter point to the beggars' songs,
Their handicap a stark plea.
A clatter of the wheels,
Accompanied the train as it ran,
A sweet soundtrack while running
Through the fields and towns.
Years have passed today
I am a retired person .
Sometimes boarding
A second class compartment,
The third class is gone.
The clatters,horns,whistles,
Hawkers' voices,the beggars' songs-
Even today have not changed.
So I am and my pocket became thin
like when I was a student .
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2021
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
Recently,one winter morning,out of the blue,
I heard the caw of a lone crow -
Once found in flocks across our land,
Now vanished many years ago.
Its caw awakened in me the
Memories buried in the wavering wash of time.
The weather those days was fine,
Water in the ponds and rivers was pure.
Rills full of fish would twist and flow
Through the villages.
The cricket’s song at dawn and dusk,
The farmer's call in the early morning,
As he headed towards the paddy field
With a pair of bulls so charming.
His caw recalled the temple bell’s ring
From the palace shrine in early morning,
A sound that once brough heart’s delight.
Oh,the Uthum’s song on a sunny day,
And Tamna’s call at night,
No longer heard,nor seen the fireflies,
Twinkling far and near at night.
Gone are many local varieties of fish,
Plants,and greens once found in abundance
In our land.
Today, that lone caw in the air
Brought back to me the memories rare,
Yet worried for what we have lost,
Ecological balance now the cost.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
I feel more incomplete
Now than before
Exand my heart is a cartography.
Of interrupted rhythms.
In the echoes of ancestral whispers.
I stand fragmented,unfinished.
Lands that once cradled our songs
Now distant unreachable,
My heart beating between
Bitter and sweet landscapes.
Dreaming of retracing old paths
But my imagination incomplete.
My hearth's rhythm interrupted.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
Romantic love unexpressed,
A silent strife,
Held close throughout
A guarded life,
It holds a beauty,
Soft,and deep,
A special charm,
Secrets keep.
(Third in the Poetry Contest "Bard's Birthday" sponsored by Oliver Mcketh )
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poem
Beneath the towering skyscrapers
lie the crowded slums :
the unchosen dwellers
have no share in the luxury
of glossy goods
and fragrant feasts.
They breath the city's dust
yet toil to build its wealth.
Poverty and illiteracy
still their dreams,
but their voices echo
through narrow lanes.
The poor cannot choose
life's swift course;
estranged, they meet
hopes forbidden,
courage divorced.
Political freedom was won,
but other freedoms
still wait at the threshold.
(The poem published in the poetry anthology DIVERSE VOICES:POETRY ON HUMAN RIGHTS AND PURSUIT OF PEACE.)
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2025
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The tame wildcat owned by my neighbour
Came at night, soft and guilty,
Plucking birds from their nests.
Blood and feather marked our porch
And the courtyard
We told the cat's owner about the killing
But night after night
The quiet slaughter continued
Until at last the prowling ceased,
And he was gone from our doorstep.
Days latter, he lay death
Curled in a corner
Of the neighbour's house.
Though he brought us discomfort,
My sorrow ran deep for the brief companion,
For a little while he lived among us
And left a hollow pawprint on my days.
( Poem of TODAY on 01.06.2026 )
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2026
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