I’m the last avatar of this incarnation
No more game, no more foul play
No more story of hatred and betrayal are allowed!
[author title=”Suhina Biswasmajumdar” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/01-Suhina-Biswas-Kolkata-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Suhina Biswasmajumdar is a writer from Kolkata, Bengal. A life-long devotee of Swami Vivekananda, Suhina is against any discrimination. Two significant life-forces propel her – ‘love’ and ‘writing’. Suhina’s book ‘Tumi’ (you) and Songs of Silence (A Journey to Love), are collections of her poetic thoughts.[/author]
The Savior
I’m always with my god
Every now and then when you see and whisper
Watch and wonder or wait and conspire
In my solitude or among your madding crowd
I’m just with my god
Enjoying their company
Feel their protection
They empower me and I become stronger and stronger
Become loud and proud
Become poet and prophet
Now I’m ready
Ready for the show
Touch me crush me or fire
I’m the last avatar of this incarnation
No more game, no more foul play
No more story of hatred and betrayal are allowed
In the next session
Change is coming, the desired one, as you create once
Graves are calling
Now it’s your turn to decide how that would be
A peaceful sovereign one or……
Choice is yours
Let me enjoy the nature, let me flirt
I’m always with my god
Throughout this journey from cradle to heart!
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A Tribute to My Heroes
Well, don’t misunderstand me
Don’t think I don’t have feelings for him or
For others whom you salute offer incense and garland,
I see
On the table wrapped with the white table cloth like that of a coffin,
A copper flower vas hugs a bunch of flowers as some unknown hungry young get shelter….
And some beaming faces…. look at a portrait
The proud tri-color moves
Does it dance?
Or swim
Or fly and wish to soar high?
What does it think?
Does it wish to touch the blue leaving the
Dirt and dust
Perhaps!
Perhaps not
I see
Sitting beside the broken tap and fallen lamp post I see
The tri–color, the golden smiles of those budding bubbles,
The portrait smiles from the glass–chamber
I feel .I feel others too.
I wish I could give a golden‐speech
But
No one is anywhere to allow me
Please, don’t misunderstand me
Trust me, as I trust you
Believe me, still I believe you
I respect them too just like you
But…!
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(A tribute to great revolutionary leader and freedom fighter Subhas Chandra Bose – Jan.23, 1897-Aug.18, 1945)
