Subhasish Barua Poems

Afternoon mist speaks thorough the woods
With perpetual tranquillity;
Trodden but remaining footfalls echo
Through eternity.
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Centuries past when I last walked, calmed by grief;
Those trees did not want to be bereft of fruits,
I silently jumped over a mountain that witnessed a hegemonic killing-
passed a river which was bathed with only human blood,
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'What's to be done with it? ', asked the irascible driver,
it's tyres got corrupted, seat got scratched, steering got unhooked,
it only went, but how? It did not know, neither it's ruler....
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Sustained through the fact on a by cycle
Uncapped manuscripts in his bag;
Swipes his sweat disgustingly for the news still unheard
Meeting the unseen yet for his stuff;
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Walking through the street disgusted with it
I met a woman begging by the road
Told me to tell the 'why'
'I want to die', said I
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