Three Poems

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 Three Poems

 



Air of Spring


I had wished a heavy shower

Just to she the drops of rain

Falling on red-rose cheeks of

Oh pretty you!

In the air of spring

With you while paving

I had wished the sight

Your wet hair would

Kiss the eyebrows of

Oh pretty you!

Rain started a day

I saw the serenely you

Bathed in drops of water

On forehead, eyes, lips….!

Desire goaded us wild

With the soaked toes

We paved on swaying

Through the path high and low

Beyond whiles and whiles.


But lo, while paving

In oblivion with you

The muddy run of rain

Led us apart in darkly silence

To either bank of a river

Beneath the phantom sky

We stood lone and lone.

No boat I could see

Peeped only the memory

That we had started

In the air of spring

Wishing only rain!

            - Sitala Prasad Roy

 

 

 

 

To a Friend Afar


Your heart will get filled

With misty fragrance of

The dark hair of Kavita.

Adorned with the curved moon

Like a sickle

Infinite number of

Stars on your body

You will have a dream

Dream of a path.

May that path will spiral

Unto far and far away

Beyond the horizon

To mingle with the infinity.

In the midst invisibly

The stream of your life

Will flow on in ablution

Only with Kavita!

             - Sitala Prasad Roy


 

A Rhyme to Comprehend


The pump stopped, and

I realised it was on

The words stopped, and

I realised the man was talking.

The lamp put out, and

I realised it had a flame

The snow formed, and

I realised it was water a day.

I delved into love, finally

To learn how much trick it was

I left politics, finally

To learn how much dirt it had.

I saw the reflexion of -

Youth power when it had gone

The addiction ceased, and

I recalled my legs’ trembling.

The speech concluded, and

I realised how bluff it was

My head turned bald, and

I realised once it had hair.

(And) At the close of my life

I could comprehend -

It was fine!

 

          - Sitala Prasad Roy



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