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Papri Banerjee Poem
They say,that,it was a great day,
Friends were busy,with a kind of play.
Only Maa was in great pain;
But,she said it was in no vain.
My parents held me in their hands,
In the oblivion,the fate stands.
They say I'm an answer to their prayer,
But,somewhere was smiling the mankind slayer.
I was the apple of their eyes.
Beautiful was the place,I borned:
Ugly was soon to be dawned.
My sire' s lap was a place dear,
Who knew that soon it will disappear.
The dawn chorus soon turned;
My beautiful place was burned.
Sitting in the refugee camp
And looking at the burning lamp,
Wondering where is my sire' s lap;
Where I used to sit with crowned cap.
Maa once more keep your balmier hand,
That held me for a dauntless stand.
I lost my family and existence to the slayer,
Tell me what was our fault?you bloody destroyer.
The fountain and the bed of roses,
Is now a place where my family blood oozes.
The oblivious fate has arrived on date,
Only to take away all,and nothing is left.
Slayer fought,destroyer fought
But why? My everything was lost!
Do they really know why are they slaying?
Because,I only see the innocent mankind dying.
The beautiful family photo was framed,
But you ugly destroyer got it maimed.
Maa for you no vain was that labor pain.
But,for me,without my family this life is in Vain.
You win!slayer,at the cost of inflicted pain,
But,alas!your success is totally in Vain.
And,I was the apple of their eyes.
Copyright © Papri Banerjee | Year Posted 2016
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Papri Banerjee Poem
Give me wings ,I want to fly!
Want to live, before I die.
The vast green field summons me,
My soul wants to fly, there I want to be.
These mundane clutches are dragging me down
And the free spirit gives it a frown.
The lush green fields drive me crazy
Oh God! I’m so busy.
My soul leaps to the childhood memories,
I really repent to be grown up, losing those treasuries.
Early morning bruised knees, in the cycle ride,
Were the hard earned scars of pride.
Gully cricket matches, every kid a born cricketer,
Broken walls were witness of the meaningless chatter.
Scorching sun of Indian summers, seemed cooler
Each friend were each one’s solicitor.
I wish we had an option of ‘retreat’
Re-visiting the childhood would have been the greatest feast.
When the bleeding wound was the greatest injury,
Now millions of bank balance, still the heart is in penury!
Hiding a broken glass from Maa was the greatest secret,
Losing that innocence is the life’s greatest regret.
Lush green fields of the childhood days,
When mystery was the refraction of the sun rays!
Give me the wings to fly,
Because, once more I want to live, before, I die.
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Papri Banerjee Poem
Colors all around,
But the vision is grey!
Selfish people in social zoo;
Man’s the mundane desires’ prey.
Colors of happiness to paint the life,
But,vision of sorrow carries on life’s strife.
Man wants to be happy,but,
Unhappy with other’s happiness.
Man wants success,but,
Envious of successful friend.
They want everything,
But for them everything is nothing!
So I say colors all around,
But,vision is grey.
Nothing makes them happy,
Everything makes them sad.
All the treasures of the world they have,
But the penury in their heart,they love.
They want to win,
Loss is a distant dream.
Everything is fair,
Each affair is a war.
So I say,colors all around
But,vision is grey!
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Papri Banerjee Poem
Unnecessary chatter bores me,
Fake emotions amuse me
More I understand them,
More I fall in love with you.
You are only the sane thing
O my loneliness I love you.
Now I seek moments to be with you
O my loneliness I love you.
There was a time I used run away from you
But now I'm always in search of you.
With you I can dream,hope and fly,
You give me strength to rise before I die.
You keep me going in this world,
When people are busy with their bald.
Your sacrifice no longer matters,
Because you are already served in their platter.
Your value is till you are useful,
Then giving attention to you seems wasteful.
Copyright © Papri Banerjee | Year Posted 2016
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