Sagnik Chakraborty Poems

With words I painted spring
So the cuckoo bird could sing,
Sing she did, but not in glee,
Her notes just yielded pity for me -
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My heart shall beat for eternity;
It takes its cue and hums along,
For life is but an endless song
That brims with sublime variety.
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The flowers be wilting, it is spring,
The mind be fleeting, it is spring,
The pain be seething, it is spring,
My heart be bleeding, it is spring.
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Laid back on the couch of a grassy patch,
He gazes at the vastness of the sky,
His wandering gaze would browse the cosmos high
When twinkling bodies with starry eyes match.
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Shelley! You are the deathless defender,
The champion of poets in flesh and blood,
Your poetry is no putrid pretender,
Through fluid verses forceful flows its flood.
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In my thoughts I forged a lyre
And softly fed it of my mind,
And tried to play many an air,
But lifeless was its kind.
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As I hold the chords and strum the strings,
my guitar sings;

Passionate, I clasp it to my breast,
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Long had I braved the seas in boats of wood,
But rudderless I tossed and turned in vain,
Till shipwrecked on the shores of life I stood
With naught but sordid counts of loss and gain.
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The leaves of trees waved to the wind,
I reclined on a grassy bed,
I tried to purge my tired mind
Of tedious phrases heard and said.
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The clouds play 'Holi' in the scarlet sky,
I watch in wonder as a fresh day dawns,
The gushing blood in me a new life spawns,
A sweet-scented wind goes wafting by.
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