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The Time Is 2020

By Sukhendu Parui



Shout in triumph on a planet in space

All human achievements are his ornaments

The time is 2020.

Bright day and night garrulous nymph.

There, men and women all know a lot

How Kalpurush, Saptarshi, Dhruvatara-

Meaning of index finger,

Dress as you please, live as you,

Even the plain staircase of unhappiness-


The area Is not resting,

Nothing is impossible –

If you have the ability-

Instant mad-love, moments, please

Suddenly ho-ho- lough-viral

Silence-dumb in a moment blank heart

Tears oh-no sweat of eyes,

Emotionally mistaking that drunk-

Birth is a biological incident

Death is inevitable –

Enjoy as long as you live reelless

Modern sins and consequences.

Yet thumbs play – reciprocal use of "net"

Or take its soil,

History is like a corpse of civilization

Great research, museum, note-

Substantial dominion, reign, scenic terror

A sudden procession of people.

Million crores of people scream - right

Prosperous living - healthy and dignified

Secretly meeting place for time test,

Mountains of rations- logistics - accumulated-

Let it be used up

Respiratory epidemic artificial smoke-dark,

Virus, Ebola or Corona,

Who wants not to be the God of the world?

Millions of people were lying down to pay the oath,

Prostrate a vow

Thousands are lying flat and shouting,

Then the trumpet sounded –so cause notice-

I threw the bullets into the air as an excuse,


If they die-what to do -

At the beginning of the investigation -satisfied,

Sir, I am an eunuch, who knows who has raped,

A beggar was in emotional blankness -

suddenly threw his hands in utter pain - vanquished

Spectators proclaimed- bravo-

thought the floor is the drum,

as he becomes restless - red eyes come out –

and mouth throws rice stalks on the pavement.

The leader said what’s wrong-

they used to eat unfresh- rotten food.

Never heard of vomiting-

Let it be printed in the newspaper,

So the click – selfie -

The God of wealth told separately from the God of rules

They have to be given the highest prize on the land

The researcher examines the area

And the quantity-its quality- so on

The philosopher when he/she hears everything - says :

This is what usually happens -

There is no creation without destruction,

No war without weapons, no conflict,

Man - if they become nothing –

They have to be someone – something,

No matter what happens, they have to be characters,

There must have been a mistake in the rules, at least,

In all beauty the heat of nakedness glamour,

Life goes on like this,

The scales are swinging,

The balance is never stable-

The dangerous ‘Man' has spread disease contagious


For man- Earth, to civilization.

Yet the villager-farmer in another world of soil,

Sing a song- see with enraptured eyes

In his blood the juice of the soil, the smell,

The life of the earth-

Let me live with all this, I am best-well here,

Forever he brought up the tree from the seed

And the field full of bright young green

And harvesting --

Like the big tree to whom life embrace

There is sky, wind, water, and soil,

Escape from war, sin, and poison,

How many more stories of ours do we have to read, poets,

Of flood, drought, poverty, misery, the colorful pictures,

We want to change the demand for existence,

The bee must not die by the poison of insects.


By Sukhendu Parui



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