shuvo chakraborty

Me, a melting pot, under scorching realities
Reducing in awesome pace
Without any natures grace,
Carrying a crying soul to be pitied.
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Let me lost forever before I meeting you
As I am firm on my belief that you may wither
Much before I see you.
For several years my vain expectation
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She has arisen like a fool moon
In his heaven,
That puts him in ecstasy
Approved by the blinking stars strewn in array.
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In rain washed night,
When every thing is out of sight
Because of hazy rainy splash
seething the earth with drenched lash.
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Stalking death, pale faced
Invaded the gods nest
Turning it the valley of deads
In loving company of blind sense.
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The quarter moon has arrived on seaside,
The carved bay being limited by sandline
Is quite pleased with saline touch
And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon.
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White pebbles on lonely road
Looking snow with sunny glow,
Roots of tree, earth beneath
Gather strength to withstand blow.
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Her embracing self
Sweeps you away to an unknown river dale
Currents of her whirling posture
Working wonder when together.
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Cats are running around
Besieging all the burrows in sniffing jestures,
Blackened spirits in utter desperation
Seeking quivering mouse on holes.
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October evening besets on topping hill
Dividing the cluster of hilly heads in twin shapes
One in foggy spell another of lighting face with cloudy embrace.
Behind the cloudy veil lies the snowy peaks
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Heart, temper thy wishful hour
With fitting vase of soil life,
Grasses of mediocrity that abounds on thine
In all monotonous hour of earth
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MEASURE THE LIFE WITH EYES ALL SUBTLETIES
AND FIND TO WHAT DEGREE WORLD HAS CHANGED
SINCE OUR EARLY CHILDHOOD; OUR CELESTIAL BONHOMIE.
HAPPY DAYS DWELT ON US IN CONTINUITY
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Mid May Moon, rise not now
With such dim face in burnt haven.
Troubling summer with fiery fumes
Has filed the skyey sphere to utter haziness
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Withstand this gruelling summer, oh dear
Ere we reach the end of this world.
Seasoned love of us that has been shaping
For twelve years long
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Adieu the happy year,
Run, run the Trojan horse
Towards the servile marriage bed
With all inglorious splendor.
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I can not move, so my inane soul
Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated.
Above me the scorching June afternoon
Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding merry golds.
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I travel between two worlds
World of imagination, another of daily settings.
I work, I talk, I sleep and eat
And do all things, all for common blessings.
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Sky, draw my starry signature
For a consenting wish to be alone
To be alone, to be alone with my soul
Till the Moon lately shown in all my enabling thoughts.
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Morning came and dreams walked out,
A savage life was knocking my door
With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket
Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes
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Fall, fall, o water falls
From peeping cliff of mountain walls
Fall, o fall.
Angel of heavy downpour.
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