And hears he not,
What can you
If he hears you not,
Listens to not,
Let him,
Let him smoke
And blacken his heart…
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From the debris of the terracotta temples,
Made from limestone powder and small bricks,A small of Radha and Krishna arsing out,The spade falling upon with a clinkAnd a golden statueMade from pure goldBut blackly coated appearing onFrom the fallen walls of the temples.A golden but blackly-coated, I do not know, as for what,For lying intot the earthOr blackly coated to hide the…
Aapko dekhkar
Aapko dekhkar,Dekh-dekhkar,Aapko dekh-dekhkarKahi,Kashi pyaar na ho jaayei,Ho jayeiAapko,Aapko dekh-dekhkar,Aapko-aapko,Aapki-aapki aankhon ko,Aankhon koDekh-dekhkarKahi,Kahi pyaar na ho jaayei,Jaayei!On seeing youHave started fearing,On seeing you,Seeing-seeing,On seeing-seeing you,Maybe,Maybe it fall I in love,Maybe in,You,On seeing-seeing you,You-you,Your-your eyes,EyesSeeing-seeing themMaybe,Maybe it fall I in love,Maybe it!
With my drunkard son,
My GodWith my drunkard sonAlways drinking and quarrelling with?
A haikuist
Writing haiku.The haikuOn his mind,Heart and soul.He in haikuAnd the haiku in himCannot help without.
Pronab Kumar Majumder first of all is a poet of time,
Gliding and sliding away,Time mechanical,Time worldlyAnd time cosmic too.A poet, he was born in 1941Which finally fell to East Pakistan after the PartitionAnd he came back to CalcuttaTo read on and to continueAnd joined the state level civil serviceTo be promoted to the rank of the special secretary.Pronab is a translator, an editor of his…
They participated and fought
And many of them lost their lives,The soldiers of where,Dying whereFighting for a causeOn foreign landsAnd laying their lives too,Who mourned for whom,Who knew whom,Just the commanders counted their menAnd felt heavily forWhose bodies never reached home.Were they conscripted,Did they voluntarily,How did they?