My Dog 'marcus
During the old SSLC days
I remember having read
a prose in English
' My Dog Marcus'
Marcus grew up in a rich environs
Timely food, daily bath & cushioned bed
Dog used to go for a walk by the lake-side
very willingly with his master, early morning
after some days, it became lazy
wanted to avoid the early walking rally
he hit upon an idea to deceive the master
started pretending as if deaf - dumb, on rare viral fever
till then, Marcus was having exceptional gift of hearing
even, pieces falling on carpet, were for his instant grabbing
Marcus meticulously unfolded the drama
remained as a statue, at the repeated calls of the master
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Betrothal
BETROTHAL
She is in wild shivers
as a bunch of new faces are due to arrive
to get her betrothed with
someone - of whom she knows nothing
The society around her is supreme
enacts and approves such gambling
binding the hearts on, bids and bargains
expensive contracts - and they call them ‘marriage'
In silk sarees with all your ornaments on
with suppressed feelings and limited smiling
as a ‘central object', advised to keep your mouth shut
exchange of ‘tambools' -
you are sold out to a new world unknown
she becomes ‘unattached' - an earmarked commodity;
and her movements are restrained, loss of freedom
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Whiite Paper Of A White Tiger
WHITE PAPER OF A WHITE TIGER
At my very door step
Exactly on the same time;
They serve me a square meal
Of chopped up, weighed fresh meat
Tested and vitaminised
Bucket-full of ready feast
…….no ….no…..I am not a VVIP
But, jailed for years
As a rare Bengal beast
One way, I am quite happy
That I need not have to labour
Or strain myself for a small prey
They are treating me as an ‘ex-ruler'
Loss of freedom - I do not even bother
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Seema (Border) Babu Model
My military friend has taken discharge
from the uniformed services and
returned back to his home town
pension account with state bank
purchased landed assets for a lump sum
keeping a portion reserved for himself -
to start a own business, on a small scale.
several of his friends pestered him for a clean loan
with solemn promise of punctual repayment
frequent visits by very distant relatives
with unsolicited ideas for instant earnings
some agents circled him with pamphlets, attractive tables,
for rearing Emu, Goats, Milk shed, duck, chicks, & puppies
vultures closeting with the lure of very fatty interest
promises of money getting doubled every six months
my sepoy friend came running to me
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Courts, Compounding One's Woes
The court is a place
where you can lie, on a solemn Oath
and hire an expert
to manufacture more lies
Courts are meant mainly for the accused
technical ground would come in handy
to delay, avoid or even to let you go scot free
from the accusations made, heard and thus disposed
Laws are the same, but the pronouncements may vary
upon the merits of the each case argued
benefit of doubt is a spring-board for the the backdoor
as any fool can ask more than the wisest could answer
Money power is another weapon
to procure the most fittest eminent pleaders
to argue out your case in any bastion
the pouring money, its dubious sources have no legal implication
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Poor Husband, Caught Always Wrong
POOR HUSBAND, CAUGHT ALWAYS WRONG
My learned wife is fierce and steaming
when good many things have gone well, but bare and unnoticed;
over small things that would refuse to change at will,
she would make a hue and cry-on things of no any importance
she prepares the list and I go out, buying sabjis
that day's prices may be high, she chides me for poor bargain
In off-seasons, I may not get some listed ones
she would bounce back that the same is not so in her town
to my bad luck, my 90 kg mother-in-law had a fall and sprain
for which, I was cursed and grilled by both, time and again
as if, I had a hidden rather nasty plan -
In keeping the bathroom floor fine and clean
Once, my Jakarta sister needed some pappad and pickles
without sanctions, I spent nine hundreds in cost and postage
In instant revenge, she snatched from me two new thousands
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River 'Savitri
River ‘Savitri' is flowing in silent bounds
as a gift from above, and with plenty of rains
lush green fields, the KONKAN stretch is lucky
for its people never have seen the rivers dead dry floors
Living here is peaceful, safe, calm and slow
as if tired of many a battle fought and won
no drought, famine nor floods or storms
Nature is kindly - the land is well secure in its arms
If you are strictly a believer in God
look around - the ‘pahad' is full of his abodes
M ‘baleshwar, Srivardhan, Sahyadri, Harihareshwar
& many are his resorts
none other the place, compares in passion of this sort
………..in the moonlight, all alone and in the late night
The spirit of Chatrapathi comes for a stroll by the riverside;
the waters that touch him, is thrilled, rejoiced and kindled
having washed his feet, they go gushing and roaring
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Two Railways
Sealdah to Bashirhat/Hasnabad
morning 7.40 EMU local and in every shuttles
I mean, a cheap 2 Hrs. journey by train
you may wonder - ‘yes, what's fun'
it touches Dum Dum and up to Barasat,
one may not find much difference;
Bashirhat is close to porous Eastern border
highly populous, due to past refugees influx
small traders will fill the train
just as grass-hoppers' holocaust
no one objects, it has become a tradition
to let them live the ‘on the running train'
now, you will realize, the crowd is chocking full
salesmen will be freely moving around
every things is available on train, sabji,
chai, nasta, mithai, roti, puri, muri, katchori
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Two Societies
Just outside Ballygunge station
unclean, poorly-lit Terminal Bus stand,
Tramways starts by the ‘West End' side
cheap products are on sale, on the pavements
till you criss-cross at Gariahat market.
after hard bargain, I bought a pair
of shoes for only rupees ninety
used pair, repeat, used pair
but at sight, ex-factory nice finish
this pair was to be used for the rainy season
when I tread through knee deep sledge & water
over flowing from the side drains
on the way to my Kasba line quarter
on the second floor roof, an asbestos shed
hall, kitchen, bath room - all of them of same size
Hoogly water pours in plenty, dirty & narrow stair-case
eighty years- strong two story building - housing
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