Repentence

I told them to go and see the valley

Where there was charm and beauty

But did not give them guarantee

Of their safety

They went to see the nature

That is God’s best creation

The beautiful snow mountains and trees

The pleasant morning with breeze

Days passed months passed and a year

I climbed up to see them there

I called them to come here

But no answer came from there

My heart started to beat

In a high temperature of heat

Again called them to come here

As I can’t bear your segregation here

Suddenly I saw a bear

That  was going to tear

My body and my heart

That troubled my thought

What is the matter?

The bear asked me in chatter

Don’t fear I am not a beast

Like a man who calls himself a priest

Tell me what you want

I said I can’t say what I did

By spraying all the acid

On my own face

He held my hand

And took me near sand

Where I found a chopped human hand

On the barren land

We moved ahead

And found a chopped human head

That broke my heart

And troubled me hard

O! Bear I want to go

Near, this was my Jo

The head to which I kissed

Of my Jo’s whom I had missed

We again moved ahead

And found another chopped human head

O! God he too was my Jo

Why I had told them to go

And see the beauty of Kashmir valley

I pulled my hair

And found the bear

Digging a grave

In order to save

Their dead bodies

I gave a cry:

The so called lovers of mankind

Changed into beasts

From the so called priests

O! God I do cry

You made man but why?

The Indifferent Sun

After the centuries, the sun

Behind the green willow trees

On the bank of a running brook

Appeared before me

The thick green leaves

Cast the shadow on me

And didn’t allow the sun

To shine over me

Moving away fast, the sun

Didn’t cast a single ray

On my desperate and thirsty hopes

In case I would become gay

While running after the sun

On the drops of dew

Slipped down I while on my run

And fell unconscious without a clue

The indifference of the sun

Remained unknown to me

Whether it was its pride or shyness

Hatred, envy or blindness

My centuries of wailing

My day and night dreaming

My silly hopes

Broke into many pieces.

Still

Close to you are i

But still far from thy

Love and affection

Memory and imagination

Still you exist in me

Still I remember thee

Every time and every hour

Though you remember me never

Days passed, years passed

Still I miss you

Though now the wounds have healed

The scars are still there

The Unknown Heart

Floating, sinking, rising and floating

In the middle of the sea

Like a rubber bottle

Filled with stinky muddy water

Contains envy, pride, lust and poison

The unknown heart

Unwanted and unloved by the sea

No animals even the sea beasts

Dare to come near

Afraid of the water inside it

Run away with the fear

That envy, pride, lust and poison

May come out of it

And destroy the peace of the sea

The mighty stormy sea waves

Try their hardest

To expel the heart

From its lap

The waves, hopeless and helpless waves

Push it strongly against the shores

But strongly it pushes back

No expulsion, no destination and no rest

The unknown heart

In the middle of the sea

Itself seems to be fed up

With the daily routine

Of floating, sinking, rising and floating

Wants its own end now

PRETENCE

              Pretence

                   Hark!

What the priest speaks in the mosque

O, yes he talks about a thief

Who had betrayed his own chief

The way the priest spoke of hell

About a deep, horrible well

And the lessons which he taught

Moved everyone’s heart

The emotional speech of the priest

Brought tears even to the eyes of beast

In the mosque were heard only cries

And deep sobs and sighs

Everyone seemed afraid of God

Invocated Him with broken heart

To pardon their sins of the past

Very soon and very fast

Coming out from the mosque

The priest told his colleague

I have done a big task

But this must not you leak

I have stolen a farmer’s gold box

And his young healthy ox

His colleague stared at him

You always say ‘don’t sin’

But you yourself are a thief

A deity man putting others in grief

Don’t open your mouth

Lest I shall send you to the south

The priest held his throat

Don’t make thyself a scapegoat

The villagers love and trust me

It will prove fruitful for me and thee

We will be priests in the day lights

And total beasts during the nights

The farmer to whom I stole the ox

And a loaded gold box

Came to me with his grief

Told me to curse the thief

I cursed the thief

And pretended to share his grief

Hypocrisy, lie and pretence

For us have a great importance

If stronger we are in pretence

The people will surely trust us

And for stealing an ox and a box

No need to wear the skin of fox

We will speak high in the mosque

And will freely do our task

As much as we can

Without any hurdle and without any ban

His colleague agreed with him

And started to help in the sin

Of theft and pretence

In the priest’s presence

One night breaking into a house

The priest’s colleague frightened by a mouse

Cried and yelled aloud

And thus gathered a large crowd

The crowd captured the colleague

And handed him over to the police

The colleague mentioned the name of the priest

Who was to invited to the police feast

The angry villagers shaved his beard and hair

And tied him to a chair

People came from different parts of village

To see the animal in the a cage

POEM 2

            The Forest Guard

The forest guard, our forest guard

Excellent is his job

Which he enjoys in the lap of nature

And among God’s best creation

He enjoys his job in the wood

Where he also eats his food

In the beautiful meadows

Under the tree shadows

He keeps watch on the trees

Both in storms and in the breeze

To protect even their leaves

From the tree thieves

Though getting a very low pay

He is never heard to say

To increase his pay

At least 1000 per day

Though he has a big family to serve

But never loses his nerve

And serves them gaily

Affectionately and sincerely daily

Twenty in number his family members are

But still has managed to keep a car

They go to picnics on holidays

For spending their joyous days

He is very kind at heart

Remains always thankful to God

Loves every man and woman

Of every street and of every lane

He loves even timber smugglers

Thieves, liars, killers and gamblers

Helps them in cutting the trees

And saves them from the cool breeze

Even prepares for them nice axes

And without demanding high taxes

Helps them to cut the trees

For getting some amount of fee

While cutting the trees at nights

He provides them the facility of lights

So the trees can be easily jabbed

And can be comfortably grabbed

He very less speaks lie

And never gives cry

At the smugglers in the wood

For them he is a man good

The smugglers call him a man good

For he allows them to cut the wood

They thank him by giving some money

Which he saves every penny

He has built for himself a big home

This has a splendid construction with a big room

T.V, machine, carpet, car and other gadgets

Everything in his big home is

He is loved by both, smugglers and his chief

On him they have a great belief

He is to be given a reward

And also a national award

He often invites his department to his home

And holds a big party in his room

Where every member of forest department

Share joy in the same compartment

He is very fond of fried chicken and fish

And eats every kind of dish

Roasted beef, mutton, kebab, fried potatoes

Even fruits like apples, bananas and mangoes

He is now sixty

And has grown very fatty

His hair has turned grey

But still shaves every day

Having a great amount of wealth

And having now a weak health

He is preparing to leave for Mecca

To perform Hajj

POEM

               Ryssa Bhatacharya

Gone with the wind

You, the inhabitant of Hind

Left me at the prime time

Though I hadn’t committed any crime

Wanted you to chat with me

But locked with the key

Your talks for me

I waited and waited for you

Though the minutes were few

You melted like dew

I waited of no avail

My attempts did fail

Searched like a mad male

But you left me to wail

If possible contact me

I want you to see

How much I miss thee.