Ujjal Mandal Poems

A slice of smile
Can cast thousand lights
Over the shadow
Of snow-clad pain,
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Lord Krishna had told long time ago-
Grave words like the sea not hollow:
'In the time of industrial & modern age,
People would be the birds in a golden cage:
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No pen has sufficient ink
To dig into the mother;
No writer has enough brains
To attribute upon her the beauty
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The stars of my life never
glitter like before,
today life defines me a dry flower
without dew of love,
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You'd embroidered the Inferno
sewn with the thread
of supple beauty,
endowed Ganguria
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Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.
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A dry leave reminds us the past
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
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On a spring morning the sweet
smell of newly clad blossoms
coated with dew and honey,
I saw a maiden tugging
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That night the moon was not distinct.
I had to stop my cart in the forest,
not enough light to run.
It was then midnight.
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