Maiden Love Love is the sudden shower Sweeter is its first blooms! My whole being seemed to lag Behind the rushing adrenaline. Bright day turned to be its opposite. Quick response throttled. I sighed! I could feel its smell of wick, burnt- Like the ruby petals dropped dead! Her poignant euphony wintered in I strove to survive the voice heard. The mashed memory moans a-lone Consuming so strong, I forsook all. The woe wells up like the Icarian fall All throes seemed to have been tost!

Green Enchanting greens are the existence Human civilization pants for the turf The awareness is fomenting Nature! The pre-historic times necessitated The plants exude energy from the sun. Planters tilled tea cultivation for rain Trees are a perennial source of ecology Spick and span’s the mantra in wonder! Its devouring spree could bring tragedy. Youthful vibration is a parable in beauty. Nature’s heritage colours the globe in tea As if they stood before us to hang out Its image fashions us to reshape the crest Recapitulation shades all our grief into joy. The earthlings in travails are the prototype. The muses in hood and veil animate reverie Full of moisture the leaves frill the eaves in The boughs bower the plant kingdom rich. The faggot illusively becomes the fodder The workers beget a fresh lease of life here!

Don’t Fly Too Close to the Sun Mythic has been the story of Icarus Some people in society aspire high Topple one another has been a race Today’s setup and population are hot up. Unhealthy has been the competition Jockeying for power, some run amok Corruption has been all-pervasive in Icarian fable has been the story here. Helter skelter some run for money Intention whatsoever they are bent Pillaging the state in a courteous way They dally with the dandier big wigs. If caught in a scam case life goes hell And dashed downward the squalling way.

On My Daughter’s Birthday I have two eternities stitched together The painted images sail for the shelter. They have been my cementing mound! The sweeping songs are those, they lay They are the ladders of the fine bone of The heart and soul that craves the gale I visage in you the replica of my mother I sculpt your well-being in my being. Fill the swaying cradle with exuberance Your birthday passion be the benison! Ride the zephyr day a perpetual guffaw!

Rain The rain must fall, cocksure The earth has been dry And the water pierces into its pores Soaked in saliva the rain pours in Deluge is the deciphering of love! Incessant droplets ooze out, silvern. The turf gets drenched out and out The mortal frame needs a bark. To protect the rejoice from raining For the entire Dooars gulp down. The nectarine of the Edenic juice! The searing heat singes the entirety. No element to dousing the flamingo of lust! Its spirit navigates with vivacity. The rain must fall.

A Cloudy Crush It was very abnormal to be unhappy The clouds were unable to be natural Well fenced the penetration of sunray And so, the atmosphere looked sullen We were also losing freshness, unsightly Wrapped in a light blanket under AC on the train Thick relation between man and…

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

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…

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’…