Suman Kumar Das Poems

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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