The Tilling Toil of Farmers

Some hilly place bathe in a misty rain
Tops of hills were covered with thick fogs
Shaal, shegoon trees abound in, densely
Rich nutrition had made them serene

More so, the rain was receding from the regions
Autumnal crops were swollen with a cornucopia
The different plot of tilled lands looked plain
Some brats were happily gambolling on land

They were found catching small fish joyfully
With brolly, some older persons wading
Through the ‘paakdondi’ of cultivated lands
Stunned to its vastness, the labourers paid!

Innumerable visits made them tillable
Nature’s fury could mar their smile
Not free from stew, they spent time
Day and night; half awake, half-sleep!

Chestful of hope, their untiring sweats
Successful it would be when they would see
Harvesting on their own yard, goldful
A minimum dream has been their soul

©Basudev Paul
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Sometime on B 14

We’re running on time, scheduled
Demure to halt to a platform, undeclared
Normalcy broke when the actual D day came
We woke up lazily; physical comfort wanted

A little moment to suck the warmth of bed
Beneath everything an undertone of anxiety
Marred the gleefulness, to say the truth;
My wards accompanied us to the station

A crowd of many people made it abuzz
Someone saw busy checking PNR
Though it was a confirmed ticket
A woman in utter helpless showed the

Ticket on Waiting List; evening time train!
Came early in…


Vaulting Ambition

He got into a quagmire; thought host in himself!

Fought tooth and nail; headway was half done

Hoist on his own petard, the modern MaoTseTung

Hindsight taught him, given his meteoric rise

Gripped all powers in his own hands, centralized

He had to sink back like the States’ Head, jaded!

The irreversible tide had been on the wane now

He dreamt of an all-conquering mission

His vaulting ambition was imperiled, centrally

He hurt the global cause of anxiety; unthought of

This hadn’t boded well, considered today’s hullabaloo

Maximum delivery out of minimum resources! expected!

His heart danced with…


[199] Every Moment Fleets

Life has been a humdrum buzz

Full of upturn activities all through

Heavens’ forbiddance can’t stoop

The pressure of daily chores we face

Some play with hands; some by two legs

Both churn out to the world heritage

Some concede; some chin up to

Facing many dangers for the laurels

Of survival on these fleeting moments

Transient stay away from hearth and home

Forgetfuls aplenty scattered in mental rim

Anchorage pushed us into a comfy zone

Sight of familiarity assured divine security

Who told you had a jet lag in generation next?

Even in greyer silence…


Smoke in Diwali

I stood on a quay of an artificial pond
A row of skyscrapers on both the sides
The fourteenth storied building built by
Men and women labourers sweated
They exhausted their energy for those

Who wouldn’t find them anywhere
On this enlightened day: they are absent
A synthetic sign of urbanity; civil in concrete
The smoke of crackers enthused the inmates
Me, too, enjoyed the smell of chocolate bombs

Flouting the Govt forbidding, people are
Beside themselves with joy, only joy
Each of the Flats glowed for the Trust
Silhouetted against the beautiful…


Fog Speaks

I was planning to fist fog in my palm
Its downy bedding on a stubble surface
Intrigued me to catch, got exasperated

We found someday its sulky face, declined
We retired to bed but the fog came in a shaft
Before sunlight fog remained thicker

Before I got up it broke the muteness with
People hurtling for daily duty of livelihood
It did not speak to the so-called elite

They were late riser with sleep as a lazy bum
Imperceptible; they wouldn’t realize
They were on duvetting pleasure, earthy

Life on cloud nine! why should they?
Masses were singular, unnerving, spurring
They knew their kismet well before dawn

They had to speak to fogs for road clearance
They left, leaving behind the kid in disarray
Who else was there to take care of them?

Nature’s kindness and clement weather?

©Basudev Paul


Touch

Touch between two inanimate objects

Produces no tactile sensation, grates inert

Touch communicates the message undefined.

Touch has the ability to affect the whole world

Touch only heals up, the panacea, therapeutic

Touch doesn’t take much time to rock the eternity.

Touch only makes things topsy-turvy in a moment

Touch quickens the fertility on a fallow land

Touch couldn’t be hid to oneself, stealthily.

Touch between two tactile materials rises

Touch is untouchable; felt only when touched

Touch is disciplined when applied in Physics.

Touch is immaterial if not fomented orally

Touch is productive; speaks volumes in the presence

Touch is a breathing life of live relations.

No-touch; no revolution is orchestrated

Touch stimulates trust and attachment.

©Basudev Paul


How Does Book Affect

[I]

Book is animated; intellect rouses neurons

Book in black letters emboldens our souls

Book discovery disperses the monotony

Book inflames inspiration and exploration

Book infuses the spirit of patience in us

Book has leadership for the misguided

The book helps peel off parochialism, dumbness

Book bombards the threads of prejudice

[II]

Book mars the myopic vision, expands

Book humanizes mankind, unstinted

Book has been the indicators of life

Book dissatisfies the greed free of cost

Book nurtures the need for people

Book spreads the sprout of awareness

Book incites the sense of internationalism

Book lessens…


Touch

Touch between two inanimate objects

Produces no tactile sensation, grates inert

Touch communicates the message undefined.

Touch has the ability to affect the whole world

Touch only heals up, the panacea, therapeutic

Touch doesn’t take much time to rock the eternity.

Touch only makes things topsy-turvy in a moment

Touch quickens the fertility on a fallow land

Touch couldn’t be hid to oneself, stealthily.

Touch between two tactile materials rises

Touch is untouchable; felt only when touched

Touch is disciplined when applied in Physics.

Touch is immaterial if not fomented orally

Touch is productive; speaks volumes in the presence

Touch is a breathing life of live relations.

No-touch; no revolution is orchestrated

Touch stimulates trust and attachment.

©Basudev Paul


Riverine Transport

The story of the 1950s is a chronicle now

Recorded on heresy down the family tree

The then Bengal saw life on barefoot, pristine

The mundane pleasure was lucent in the background

In a riverine country, boat deemed to be the main

Transportation was perilous in those days!

The population was not so swelling as of today

Village centric people worked on pure air

Barefoot as no cause of germ rediscovered

Varied boats were the only means of communication

Cultivation meant to be the prime source of income

Mud roads in larger areas smacked of agrarian smell

Close…

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