Nabanita, the Icon of Love
Biswanath Daschoudhury
Sitting idle, looking at the sky
And searching back and forth in curious eye;
Minutes elapsed, hours elapsed, days gone
But not find lass whom I yearn.
Once in a dream I find a lady
Waving at me in the mood of happy;
Proceed towards her so slowly with shy face
Though she stares at me and Nature’s grace.
Clad in sari in red and green
Extends her loving hands to greet and win.
Approaching her and ask name
Nabanita, she responds proudly; and the Nature’s daughter,
she claims;
Yeah, she is right. Her claim is justified -
As she proves the beauty herself which is the art of the God
and notified.
She encourages the poets to write more poems;
Novelists start to write more novels;
All themes centering round the beauty of the lady;
Her innocence, her womanship make all crazy.
I feel love with Nabanita, the married belle in faith
Drags me to her charming heart and keeps until death;
Come and hear the full note of the cuckoo
She inspires us to get together and paints a significant
tattoo.
The Humanity
Biswanath Daschoudhury
Poor and poverty
Growing day after;
Rich and richer
Burst out laughter.
Man and humanity
Lost their glory;
Say other lives
We are sorry.
Progress and progression
Especially in warfare;
Man wants eagerly
The earth to alter.
Time and tide
Wait for none;
Being a man,
Not to make man fun.
To the Almighty
Biswanath Daschoudhury
Aye God, let me wake with renewed vigour and remove
cowardice;
Let me stand beyond caste, creed and prejudice;
Let me speak only the truth;
Let me inject with fresh youth;
Let me find the streak-plate in light;
Let me try to cease fight;
Let me protest against wrongs;
Let me sing joyful songs;
Let me groom to love my country;
Let every citizen read my poetry;
Aye God, let the civilization move from the layer;
Let me finish here my prayer.
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18/03/2024, India.