Poetry By Anjali De Nandi MOM: Indian Poet

Then and now

Then I was first girl in my class.

Every year, my roll number was one.

My favourite was Maa Sri Sarswati Debi 

And also her white swan.

My neighbour failed in nineth class.

When she was in nineth 

Then I was in eighth.

But for her failure, both were in same class.

She begged to me for help in study.

I helped her then with a very broad mind.

Kind....kind..... and.....kind.....

My parents said, " Well-done! "

I was steady to help, too steady.

Later I become young lady.

Times run....ran.....run.....

That failed girl became second and I was first.

It's possible, only for my help as classmate.

After many years, she betrayed me.

Made a group with classmates, 

Who were against me.

She was leader of them.

Behind of her, there was her uncle, 

Yes, he played a narrow, destroy-game.

Also niece and uncle -

Both washed the brain of my private teacher.

Yes, we read in same English private teacher.

Ultimately all made a dengerous trap.

They pushed me in that trap.

I was finished then.

And that lady was service holder then.

Actually her mother told that

the early marriage of her daughter was their aim.

But, it was her drama.

Because, my parent tried to build me 

Yes, as a very strong earning woman.

So, she tried to misguide us.

But when she could not able to misguide us,

Then daughter, mother and uncle,

All made more dangerous plans to finished me.

Also then they were spreading and spreading 

Very very very bad words against me,

In all places with nasty plans.

Ultimately, she became earning lady.

And I was workless woman then.

I became married women

By my parents then.

After many many many years,

Now she is a too common nurse.

And clean patient's urine etc. for money.

Though they told at past that

The way to earn in that way, 

Yes, it was good.

Obviously according to their family standard,

It was good, really.

And so, they attacked me with ferocious wards, then.

I never told against them.

Because nursing was not my standard work.

Because we were not so bellow level persons, indeed.

That, we protested against them.

We never told that nursing profession was not for me.

But we could attack them.

Yet, never told against them with our humanity.

Even also that mother was with very bad character.

That daughter was not her father.

But her uncle and mother's daughter.

Actually her two fathers.

One is legal and another is illegal.

So, naturally their behaviour was antisocial.

And ultimately I am global standard woman.

Yes, the universe,

It is obviously faithful.

Then I was broken down

And now I am international.

The time gifts me the successful crown.

My life becomes blissful.

I forgive and forgive .........

Revange is not my pathway.

So I leave them, leave.

So, I live with internal happiness.

My reader-hearts are my address.

Then I was only in my heavenly idealism.

So, then I could not open that narrow matter.

But now I am ideal with practical experience.

So, now I open that chapter.

Discuss about the human character.

I change my views.

It's my alerting to every ideal person.

Yes, never believe the dipping person.

If trust them, you will dip then.

And that dipping person will ride on your head.

That person can breathe.

But you can not breathe to live.

So, be careful.

Yes, your kindness -

It never will be cause of your own destruction.

Remember it always in your all ways.


Clock

.....Tikkk tikkk tikkk.....

The clock is taking, nonstop......

.....The times hop and hop .....

The Sun is above of the peak.

The river moves forward without any rest.

......Nonstop......

The life is only for a few years.

The death is ultimate destination.

Sadnesses are forever yet not dears.

Happiness is only for a few days

           Yet, these are dears.

The heart beats in the rib cage.

It's more punctual than the clock.

                    Yet, it will stop.

But the clock will nonstop.

The clock is with birth time.

It's also with death time.

Actually the clock is not alive.

Yet can continue it's taking with the alive.

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