THE DEATH

The death is not an end

It is a final Exam

Evaluating the whole life

If win

Someone realizes

The depth of absence

If fail

Just become

A framed still picture

On the wall 

DEWDROPS

Dewdrops glimmer on the meadow

Experiencing the great joy and happiness

Let your heart glimmer

In love and happiness

THE SPIRIT OF LIFE

Happiness will never come 

To visit you 

Go and enter into their kingdom 

And feel the true spirit of life 

PEARL SHELL

A pearl shell is not so attractive 

but the pearl inside,

is precious and gorgeous 

let break the shell of

Jealousy in you .

  

UNKNOWN FRIEND

It is my habit now 

To awake in the morning 

Listening to the song 

That a cuckoo sings 

Whether it cries 

I do not know 

Whether it is singing 

I do not know 

But really I got a friend 

An unknown friend 

SUMMER RAIN

Unexpected summer rain 

Shattered all my dreams 

Floods in my paddy fields 

Makes all the crops rotting 

Perhaps it is God’s decision 

For blessing me with double crops 

In the next season. 

JUST FOR A LIVING

There is a huge and old 
Banyan tree in front of 
The temple in my village 
Sitting beneath it 
At every morning is 
My habit now 
But the devotees of the temple 
Visit me too 
As they think I am a GOD 
They offer me many things 
In fact I am an unemployed 
And decided to consume them 
Just for a living. 

THE FATE

Fading memories

Forgotten past

Frozen Mind and spoiled dreams

I feel to hear the bells of death

The Chariot of God driven by White Horses

Started the journey

Who will cry?

Who will put a wreath ?

Who will fire my funeral ?

Who will put a light on my Graveyard?

Who will dismiss my ash in a holy River ?

I do not know .

That is the fate of a lonely Man as Me

That is the fate of a lonely Man as Me .

                           

I AM LONELY

I want to speak

But no one to listen

I want to listen

But no one to speak .

HAPPINESS

I want a happy life 

Till my death 

So I think every night 

As my death 

And every morning 

As my rebirth 

I AM HAPPY

Simple thoughts
Simple ambitions
Simple dress
Simple dreams
Simple food
Simple house
Simple friends
Simple life
I am happy

MY GUESTS

I do not know their name 
But they are my guest always
At every monsoon
Soon after the first shower falls
They will appear
My unknown guests, two tiny birds
Carrying pasty mud
From plowed paddy fields
They will make a beautiful nest
On the wooden ceiling of my house
No one here to disturb them
When the monsoon become weak
They will fly with new born chicks
May has died and June born today
I am eagerly waiting
To hear the bugle of thunder
Giving a warm welcome to the monsoon
And my unknown guests. 

KID'S PLAY

Rain, falling of white pearls
From Heaven ,as the gift of God
Kids always are happy to play 
When it falls 
As they are also
The gift of God but parents
Always scolds them to refrain

A VENDOR

I do not know his name 

But always like to see him

He is a small vendor of betel leaf 

At my village market 

He never wears a shirt and footwear 

Monday and Saturday, the market runs 

The Saturday market is my favorite 

Always I will be there on Saturday 

To buy and sell my cows and calves 

After settling my dealings 

I will go to a small toddy shop 

Where fresh coconut toddy gets 

That betel leaf vendor will always our 

Attraction there 

He is a good singer, though old, 

We are not drunkards 

It is only our leisure time 

In a week, after hard works

LAUGHING LADY .

Don’t know her name 

But whenever I see her 

Always with a laughing face, 

Sitting beneath the shadow of 

A large oak tree, on a wheelchair, 

Doing painting on canvas mostly 

Rarely with making garlands in gems 

At first rarely we meet each other 

But gradually it becomes one 

Of my routine to walk on the way 

Beside her house only just to see her 

Nowadays I am very eager to know, 

But no way, did she make one time 

Even, paint my face on her canvas 

Or in her heart, I don’t know.

IS IT LOVE

We just walk along 

The sandy shore at the beach 

I am so thrilled and the happiest 

As it is the first time 

She accompanies and appear with me 

Nothing we speak 

Silence, silence absolute silence 

Between us 

We took part in the play of kids 

Watched eagerly the sand castles 

And its creators 

Became kids whenever tide comes 

Still, we speak nothing 

But just at a look we shared 

Thousand words 

Just by a touch I enter in 

A magical world of dreams 

Is it love 

I do not know 

But I wish her presence always. 

GRANDMA'S TREE.

A large Mango tree

That has a name

“Grandma's tree”

In every rainy season 

She would blossom,

My Aunty was so happy 

In preparing delicious pickle 

Using its tender fruits.

As soon as it began to ripen

I always prayed a breeze to come 

The cooling area beneath it was 

Venue of playing for kids 

But when my grandpa died

The elders in my family decided

To cut my Grandma’s tree 

As the firewood 

For burying his body .

Though I was a kid 

I embraced it in my tiny hands 

And cried so long 

Till I fell into sleep 

But I could save my ‘’grandma’s tree”

Still it is here, though rotten.