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Misspelled Jargon
I have been a mad man, Bitter,hard,and wretched. I have been the worst dust On your shoes, the filth on your Favourite shirt , Wash me out , Clean your lips, I have been a misspelled jargon, Sharp your vocabularies. I have been a solitary brute Go away, far long . A poem by AbirlalContinue reading “Misspelled Jargon”
You forgot!
From The Rough Sketches of Life by Abirlal Mukhopadhyay Every time we stop talking, stop taking care of our people. Its two-wing meaning should be underlined, one, you have chances to come more closer, and another, with days and hours your heart would go on suffering, then it would try to heal itself, then weContinue reading “You forgot!”
Baltimore Oriole
I have been a lonely traveller, I’m in rest, short but deep. Next to the nest of birds. One little Baltimore Oriole is on my left arm . I feel intestine of the forest night. Here, I swallow the breeze, cold and wet, And wait for the daylight. Asif it said, “My nest, little toContinue reading “Baltimore Oriole”
Stopped work thinking you would die in COVID 19 pandemic!
Stopped work thinking you would die in COVID 19 pandemic!
Stopped reading for school and college examinations! Stopped work thinking you would die in COVID 19 pandemic! Hey, are you not reading for your exams because one influenza named COVID 19 is here next to your door! Are you thinking nothing worth anymore! Are you thinking everybody would die! Please change your mind right now,Continue reading “Stopped work thinking you would die in COVID 19 pandemic!”
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You forgot!
From The Rough Sketches of Life by Abirlal Mukhopadhyay Every time we stop talking, stop taking care of our people. Its two-wing meaning should be underlined, one, you have chances to come more closer, and another, with days and hours your heart would go on suffering, then it would try to heal itself, then weContinue reading “You forgot!”
Baltimore Oriole
I have been a lonely traveller, I’m in rest, short but deep. Next to the nest of birds. One little Baltimore Oriole is on my left arm . I feel intestine of the forest night. Here, I swallow the breeze, cold and wet, And wait for the daylight. Asif it said, “My nest, little toContinue reading “Baltimore Oriole”
Lost Gained
I lost everyone here, Everyone I met when I was a child, Everyone when I became youth. I lost the girl who gave me chocolate once, The little sweet fairy, with her mother, Probably presuming me a beggar. I lost the mind which could make rhymes, I lost the voice which knew melodies, I lostContinue reading “Lost Gained”
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