Suman Kumar Das

Papa says, ‘My son will be doctor’.
But Mom is in favour of engineer.
Uncle expects me to be sport star.
Again Aunt’s desire is singer.
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O’ my Dear!
I am no more human.

I besought handful water
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Morning assembly and prayer
Then begin classes
In half concrete rough rooms.
On six seated benches
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A selfless seed
Sprightly Sprouted up
Splitting winter soil,
To kiss the shiny sun
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In full moon sky
Under black veil
Round silver face
When winks at her beau, Ocean.
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When I open
The window of heart
In the palace of my life,
Blow jasmine aroma from her bun
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A series of evolution
I have been through
Since my inception.
Moreover, red revolution
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One day!
Kismet will kiss you,
Hope will hug you.
Hunger, thirst, pain
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Pen and paper
Between these two
Both of them………
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Hello! Blossoming flowers
of coming morn!
Shine yourselves
with rising Sun.
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When my face turns pale
Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
She extends a heavenly hand
To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
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Wish I to paint your rosy lips,
Raven tress, also silvery face.
But all the tints fail to match such glimpse.
Nor my fingers can shape the grace.
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Many a drops of rain
Add to form a fountain,
Flowing ahead to prove
That none can stop its move.
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To listen
Are needed two ears
Need also mind.
But the ones without ears!
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Somebody knocks gently
At the door of my hushed heart.
‘Who is there? ’ I ask,
But get no reply in return.
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I beg you, Mom!
A piece of sandwich,
Baked in your kitchen oven
Not in some food factory.
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At one dawn,
If you miss to smell
Aroma of fresh bloomed lilacs,
Then wait for next day!
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Clasping the fingers of time
May this earth
Amble down to somewhere…..
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A bud flourishes to flower.
Perhaps, to fill a little joy
Momentary yet pure peace
In tiny heart of human.
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May every morn be spring morn!
Coos the cuckoo at every dawn.
Yon, smell of young mango buds,
Blowing from green woods.
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