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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