Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

I was ambling to the nearest market place
on a Monday morning.
At Eight this hamlet is quieter than usual
even at this scorching summer.
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When a woman is raped and killed
the perpetrators of the heinous crime
are not men;
they are cannibals.
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Making love is no love.
It is actually a travesty of the same.
Love has several connotations.
Physical love is no love.
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As days pass by
I withdraw from things around me.
My father was my engine
driving me to things.
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Each morning I get up
bed strewn with yesterday's newspapers,
a few books,
a blood pressure monitor machine,
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I have stopped going to poetry reading sessions.
Not that I was ever so keen in reading my poems before a motely crowd of so called poets.
The reason being: my poems often reveal myself.
Are we not clothed most of the time?
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Since many years
I am looking for a groom
for a niece of mine.
I know a meritorious young fellow
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I am such a peaceoving person.
I usually never cross a person's sentiments and feelings.
Alas, others mostly do not follow this principle.
I am sorry to say animal instincts are their primordial occupation
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No day is as the previous day.
Some days are too bad.
They may break perfectly all right.
But something goes wrong.
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I am 70.
India is an exciting place now.
A country that was lying dormant.
People thought it is a country of elephants and snake charners.
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A friend informed me about a literary session
periodically held,
but the convener again had forgotten to alert me.
After much sentimental rhapsodies
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Why jealousy bubbles up in the heart
however small
when a known somebody
warms up to another?
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