“He’s a poet, lo & behold,
He thinks he can change the society & world!” –
The proud man laughed at me…
His fellow men mocked at me…
And finally asked me –
“I’ve brain, I’ve memory,
I’ve intelligence, I’ve money,
But what have thee??
You’re nonsense, you poets are selfish,
You criticize, people you can tease,
Well, tell us what you’ve gotta say
Before we kick & force you to leave???”
Then I gazed at the group laughing –
Taunting at me from around, & then encircling,
And than I softly began –
“Nine spiders though each has
Four pairs of useful legs,
They may be totally useless
When the spiders are senseless of dead;
Three-bedded deluxe room is useless,
Even it has,
Five doors & five wide windows,
Nine bathrooms but zero beds at all!
Nine of you stand here now, all around me,
Two eyes each of you have,
But I’ve something else called vision –
The Third eye…at number three; that you don’t possess!”
Now each of them looked at the other,
And then finally at me.
The proud man slowly asked (though now perplexed) –
“What? What do you mean??”
I simply smiled & replied,
“Using my third eye I’ve got more poems to write,
I’m in a hurry, I’m getting late,
Call me up, if you need any help!”
“But…but what’s your contact number??”
The perplexed man asked again (now more confused);
“I’ve just given you my number”
“Just use ya Third eye, if you’ve…!
Gimme da call when you crack!!!”
How proud does he feel,
To be a father,
Even more proud does he feel,
To be the dad of a daughter.
He dearly loves her,
More than he loves his wife,
He really madly loves her,
Much more than his own life.
He guides her right from the day she is born,
He’s the one who teaches her to walk in the lawn,
He’s the one who teaches her to read in the dawn,
And he’s also the one who teaches her to pray
When the day’s gone!
Till now, he’s a loving father,
Of a dear daughter,
Till now he’s a proud father,
Of a cute daughter.
But as time passes by,
She no more needs this old guy,
And all she has gotta say—
Is,— “He knows nothin’ of today.”!!!
Slowly she jumps from the lap of teenage,
And enters the gate of adulthood;
She leaves this old father on a certain day,
And breaking the rules, with her lover, she runs away!
He becomes nearly paralyzed,
His heart breaks to cold pieces like ice,
And he thinks, he ‘was’ a loving father,
And he ‘was’ a proud father!
A child relieves its pain by crying to its parents,
And so a wife to her husband,
But a father has none to stand,
And thus, his tears dry within his broken heart!
This is the pain frequently given by proud daughters,
This is the pain frequently received by poor fathers,
And this pain of a loving father
Is the Most Tragic Pain in the world of Love!!
Once, she was a proud loving daughter,
And now, she’s a proud loving guy’s lover!!!
The poem is copyrighted. Dipankar Bhagawati(Stephen Styris),
#TO MY ‘FRIEND’ R.S (R**HA S.)#
Still now when I think of you,
Streams of tears roll down my cheeks,
Still now when I think of our lost friendship,
I’m totally lost in a tragic world of breaks…!
Whether you miss me, I don’t know,
But that every day and every where I do miss you is true,
Whether you believe it or not, but I’m not gonna show,
But throughout my life, I’ll hopefully wait for you!
Belief, faith, understandin’ and misunderstandin’ —
These are the words now I feel like hatin’,
Because of these words’ improper use,
Has most probably compelled my lovely friendship to diffuse!
I ne’er had a single thought that our friendship’ll ever break,
May be for my own carelessness our friendship had to wreck,
I agree it was my fault; now won’t you come back?
Cos’ I madly need your friendship, and that’s a fact!
I smile and laugh in the light,
I jump and play in the day,
People think me as ever happy and ever gay,
But do you know all the night I weep and cry??
Only for you whom I ne’er wanna say goodbye…!!!
I Gift You Your Angel!
It was some seven and a half years back,
I met a good girl and we became good friends,
But that good friendship and her dormant love now I lack;
And now, even my faintest shadow she hates!
So man, you’ll no more have to wait out the door,
Cos’ I won’t love her any more,
For now I know what is truly true…
That you love her and she wants you…
Come on man; get back to your old road along the coast,
Re-step into the beautiful world you’ve always loved the most,
Rain will shower on both of you and wash off all your pains,
And I’ll stand by your side and towel off all the toxic rains!
I gift you your love, I return you your Angel,
Just be a good man, and she’ll be ever happy and well…!
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon,Assam…
Sing me once more that sweet song
And give me what my heart wanted for so long,
Fly me out of this immoral land,
Do stare at my eyes and hold my hand…
Sing me once more that enchanting song
And give me the care I missed out so long,
Do wipe away my dormant fears, all my hidden tears,
That has been left unattended for nineteen years…
Sing me once more that fertile song,
Cuz’ I’m too weak to start with the Devils a real ding-dong,
Empower me – do give me the energy to fight,
So that those helpless beggars can at least sleep peacefully at night…
Sing me now any song; sing me any melody,
Or even you can sing me a long medley,
But I request you to sing me a completely virgin lullaby
When finally opium will also kick me without turning me drowsy and sleepy…
Thus, your songs are my love; your songs are my life,
Along with those I grow; alone without those I die…
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam