Pulakkumar Ditti

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Thoughts clear, mind bare,
The articulate, outspoken
Daughter of Tagore's land
Is pushed into the desert of despair.
...

Oh! My dream-sweet girl.
Irresistible I am today,
to meet, to see, to feel you.
But the Distance! The enemy No.1
...

Shakuntala, let me confess,
Miserably I fail to compose
A poem on you.
...

Blows the wind,
Windows open.
The clear sky
The Moon adorns,
...

Last night, a wild wind
Banged on my windows,
Entered and whispered
In my ears, “The Spring will
...

Why so disturbed I am?
Why does my garden of
joy turn so pale.
...

Stream of wisdom flew with time,
Calm and quiet, pure, unstinted,
With sweetness infinite,
Which I never cared for,
...

The flower withstands the heat
and dust of the day;
wrath and blows of the storm.
Tired and exhausted in the evening.
...

The inculpable, lotus-eyed dainty damsel,
An invaluable creation for agog aesthete.
Stripped from the flowery region of the universe,
And placed in the mel-harmonic gamut,
...

My poetry is lost somewhere in
the din of selfish shouting;
bitten by greedy and spiteful
teeth of earthly craving.
...

Pain runs riot all over my body.
Thousands of poisonous leaches
...

(The poem was written after Mother Teresa left for her heavenly abode. Hearing the news of her demise the poet got emotional. He sobbed, then cried in a solitary room. A few days later, he translated his impulse into words) .

The loftiest temple of solace supreme,
The loveliest centre of pilgrimage
...

I build an edifice of hope,
furnished with details
of art and love;
ready to open the
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Bright days of emotions are over.
Stops the Love Express.
Arrives the time to part.
Chink on the path.
...

Please! Wake me not.
I am in dream.
My head rests on someone’s lap.
Feeling deep affinity in eternity.
...

</>West steals the Sun,
dark descends,
and the rains.
A nightful of black
...

The Best Poem Of Pulakkumar Ditti

An Ode To Taslima Nasreen

Thoughts clear, mind bare,
The articulate, outspoken
Daughter of Tagore's land
Is pushed into the desert of despair.

Yet, indomitable and intrepid,
Her savage invasion on
God's spoilt brats goes on.

She sheds lights on some
Dark patches of 'ill' literacy,
And the world sees the
Swarming worms, being
Nourished amid filth and dirt,
Vitiating the wind of wisdom.

Here's the war of attrition!
Goaded and enraged,
Spring up the gangs of bigots,
And run with the swords of fatwas
After the daughter of Liberty.

Mother India,
An abode of over a billion;
A haven of all earthly faiths
And the faithless as well;
My Sovereign, Socialist, Secular,
Democratic, Republic,
You charm the liberal millions
With your majestic elevation.

But who rules you Mom?
The fearless, greedless, selfless ones?
The champions of freedom
To speak one's heart out?
(Do they) feel the pain
In the pain of the masses?
(Are they) ready to uphold
The truth to keep your image clean?

Behold Mother!
Dogged by dogmatics
And elbowed by opportunists,
The crestfallen truth-sayer disciple
Of humanism knocks at your door,
Craves for a rest on your lyric lap.
Won't you open it yet?

Mother sobs, and says,
'I can't, I can't, I can't.
My heart shrinks in agony.
Again I am in chain, this time,
Not by the foreigners,
But by my own ones.
The priests of politics
With ugly scratches on
Their souls have tied my hands.
I'm restless and eager
To embrace my daughter.
But, I can't, I can't, I can't, '
Mother rues, sobs and says.

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