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Best Poems Written by Aju Mukhopadhyay

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Il Pleut

Il Pleut

It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to cover and clean
the gaps of deceptive caves of life
it rains inside me constantly
stretching the cramped limbs
softening the being;
it skits with a susurrus
leading me to the lee
when all on a sudden
something goes wrong
influenced by someone’s lewd smile
 or a serein’s half-hearted dampening.
Rain of grace falls and falls
to soothe my ruffled feelings;
it corrects, it helps, it leads me
always to the right way.
When it rains in the forest of my being
where the tallest trees touch the sky
and the moon shines bright on the leaves
through the gnarled branches
lighting the dark parts of existence,
life becomes wholesome
peaceful and serene.
Removing the dryness and darkness of life
rain of grace falls and falls
perpetually to revive.

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At the River Bank, Il Pleut, Sky the Truth, Environmentally Yours

At the River Bank 

And quiet flows the river
without a ripple or shiver
trees stand windless
not even a whiff in space
no leaf shakes, no sound;
fishes are sleeping 
sweating fishermen around
have lost all zeal
in the act of rowing
their boats stand still;
the water shines like a mirror
naked boy in it looks at his figure.
The world without a name
halts at the bank of the river
no one knows when it came
none knows if it was there.

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Birds In Flight

Flash of light enormous, pass through the sky
Pilgrims to different sites in accord with season’s cry 
Exactly on the same flyway for ages they fly;
Bar-headed Geese in flight dwell in sky infinite
They live in central Asian coldest lakes in summer 
Breed in Mongolia, China and Ladakh, separated from Kashmir, 
Live in Pakistan and Indian plains in winter.
In flight, they generate huge heat 
Powerful flapping of their wings 
 Over the oceans, forests, lands and cities 
Days after days, nights after nights           
Create sufficient oxygen 
Energize their muscles, lungs, heart and capillaries.
Birds without boundaries, citizens of the earth, water and sky  
Choose different sites as suits them for different activities 
Without dividing the globe by countries, nations and races; 
Without passport or visa they move, live on natural resources;
Born in Nature it is their only refuge
		They die in it without knowing any subterfuge.   
Spreading their wings at times they fly without a single flap
Glide through the sky, a flash of joy,
Lapping the sky gracefully.

Longing to be birds in the heart of our hearts       
Free from all manmade burdens of life                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              We can neither shake off the burden nor in us carry the bird’s spirit 
We faintly imitate them without reaching their site.
Birds live in Nature ever active happy and prolific
Which is hardly possible for us  
With our vain human pride;  
Children of Nature we are part of it
Instead of collaborating with it 
We try to dominate and boss over it. 
	© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2019

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Night Meets the Dawn

All are wide-awake
In the first phase of the night
Hedonists are awake in the second
Then the thieves appear at the site
Yogis get up fresh
In the fourth phase of it;
It is the hour when diamond pendants are set
From the overhead canopy
When gossamer clouds rest
In the space azury
Everything remains inert and sleepy
Silence engulfs the earth from end to end
Many happy dreams are conceived
Many new hopes tend
Hours are pregnant
With ideas attendant
May or may not come true;
The grayish-orange dawn waiting to bloom
Has something in its womb
Neither can we comprehend nor can we groom.

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Man Made Plastic Hazard

From the beginning of man’s life
Like other creatures he survives
Breathing air and drinking water
Freely available aplenty in Nature
It was the business world helped by the rulers
Which stopped free supply, bottled the water 
Selling it against payment 
Refusing man Nature’s gift rudiment.  
 From the beginning of market and commerce
Man buys things and carries them in their bags
Suddenly appeared like locust the plastic carry bags
Boxes, bottles and packs flooding the earth 
Thrown into gutters after use sans worth.  
Things made of plastic thrown after use 	
Float in the air, move through the sky making all ruse 
Chocking the drains, canals, rivers 
Killing millions of fishes, other denizens of waters  
Killing unfed cattle, dogs, pigs and birds. 
All plastic packs, bottles and such things must be banned 
To save living beings from situations damned.

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Dream Leads Us Towards the Future

Daydreaming 
With will unwavering 
Riding a robust horse
Pakshiraj or Pegasus 
The winning force 
Empowers one to reach the distant shore
Sky height unforeseen before 
But lagging in tenacity it’s often abandoned
Fading dream-flower crumbles or 
Die in the bud. 

Dreams of the night
Are often haphazard, delinked  
Flashes from the recently viewed scenes
Or distorted pieces from life’s stories
Surface from the subconscious depth  
Meaningless, devoid of wealth 
Give us miseries remaining incomplete
Desires end in surfeit. 

Dreams flowering here and there
Dry without getting care 
Dreams are after all dreams 
Rarely giving us wholesome hints
Of anything present, past or future;
Events in it are haphazard admixture
Of heterogeneous stories one forgets  
A realist often neglects.
    
If you consider that nothing finally fails 
You can try to catch a dream by its tail 
And rise up through memory’s trailing path
To its head to find if it’s worth.  

Born with dream from our birth
We strongly hope to find its worth
In every New Year 
Beyond its wear and tear 
New Year beacons us towards the future.

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Environmentally Yours

Environmentally Yours



GLOBAL WARMING, CLIMATE CHANGE, NUCLEAR HOLOCAUSTE- 
very big words; beyond us.
ILLEGAL MINING, RIVER POLLUTION, FOREST DEVASTATION-
not our concern; ordinary mortals.
As decent individuals we barely use one car,
one fridge, one air-conditioner or even none.
Leading a carefree life we Indians throw
empty water bottles anywhere, choke waterways
by throwing all waste materials,
even electronic, sanitary waste trail here and there;
spitting anywhere, urinating on roadsides
we find pleasure in heaping more over heaped garbage
remaining alert that no such nuisance is done before our doors 
while throwing petty things through our windows.
But all our petty actions, as unified team,
boomerang on us as the ultimate victim. 
Environment is what surrounds us 
but are we not surrounding our environment?

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Lovers of the Dark

None came to such a remote place
Near Pannawonica in Australia, without access  
No bird has known it, not even a skink
Troglobites live in the dark caves, never shrink 
Humans came with iron mining project 
But noticed the exceptional nature of the tiny insect;
Darkness keeps them smart 
Bright light kills the insects                                                                                                                                                    
They live in the caves dark
 Spider like tiny blind invertebrates
The aboriginal heritage of the earth
Deserve human interest for their special worth; 
Man has abandoned mining there
Leaving the rocky caves to the insects’ care
To protect the lovers of the dark
From the assault of the light stark
Strange world accommodates all the opposites
Pannawonica like sanctuary is one of such sites.

© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020

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Birth and Spread of Covid19

Neither the clang of swords, nor the rattle of guns
Nor the devastating drop of bombs nor bomber’s motion
But a hush-hush research in quiet laboratory in a far corner
Producing mass-killing virus to infect and spread afar
To attack the innocent mass of other countries in umpteen numbers;
It is the modern bio-warfare, a bio-terror 
Cold, vicious, peaceful, hides its face forever; 
Neither the poor pangolin nor shrewd snake nor the clumsily hung bat
Is responsible for the spread of Covid19 but only men, the heinous brats
Of dubious characters, scientists and leader-cum-dictators, dignified rats;
Rich country leaders panicking the humans 
Warning them of disease and death
As with cancer, source of huge economic power at the cost of pain and death  
Paralyzing other country’s economic health 
Plummeting their market, choking their breath
Get ready to sell medicines to Covid infected countries to handsomely earn
And gain more power over the others by crippling their progress in return; 
Creating hybrid products and G.M. Foods splicing genes such cunning foxes
Ride over the Nature mutating, denuding her, ravishing earth water and space;
Are such power-hungry politician-leader-dictators, the self-made robots
Diabolically different from their country folks benevolent, called patriots?
If nuclear war mutilated and annihilated millions from the face of the earth
Bio-warfare would make the earth a vast desert devoid of any worth.
Living things have many enemies in the world like bacteria, germs and virus
Epidemics spread to countries but never a pandemic like this, telling us
 Of boomerang played by the virus 
Stealthily spread or escaped from the laboratory;
Nature took tolls for all deformations done to her, automatically
Warning us that it would take more ultimately
For playing fox with her, maybe retaliatory! 
@ Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020

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A Sailor

When a South Korean big boat
Was sinking with hundreds of passengers on board
Frigid water filling up its hold
The crews with captain in fear and cowardice bold
Fled betraying the hope of all the sea farers 
There appeared a courageous woman head
With a sailor’s experience she was one of the co-passengers; 
Rising to the occasion raring to go ahead
 She took the lead in helping all the passengers half-dead 
Supplying them life jackets, courage and burning hope
Keeping not a single jacket for her to elope
Promising not to leave till a single of them remained
She didn’t even think of her life, it was reported;
Many were saved but she was drowned
Among the dead her body was found
Buried in chill watery ground. 
An savior of mankind with a heart sound  
Igniter of the sacrificial fire
With the fire glowing within her
She was certainly inspired by the Divine bliss 
Living still in human heart for her selfless sacrifice.