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Jayanta May 2014
Please give me an umbrella!
It is so glittery,
Need to save them from daylight!

Please give me an umbrella!
It is so pouring,
Need to protect them from charging water!

Please give me an umbrella!
It is so scary, everyone carries gun,
At least I can carry the umbrella to protect them!

They are flimsy, delicate and hope for every one of us,
So, let me protect them!

Please give me an umbrella!
Jayanta May 2014
When she gets ill
Everything disordered;
Light and warmth amend,
Day and night differ,
Breeze   revolutionize,
Everything dismayed!

When she gets ill
Everyone distressed;
Rivers and streams waste away,
Birds are becoming shove,
Flowers desiccated,
Crops shrunken,  
Everything dirtied!

When she gets ill
Murkiness delimited us,
Our aspiration and potency endanger;
  Let’s pray for her resurgence!
Jayanta May 2014
It was tumble day,
Everyone derailed from the pathway,
Compassion crackdown
Candor breakdown,
Sharpen weapon dance around,
Blaze with blood swell and hound,
Everyone tight-lipped, morose and
buried in the ground!

Everyone break up,
Neighbor lash out on neighbor's face  
Slug of identity
build the way to kindness crackdown!
Here, instead of human
Only the crows are crawling around!
It is relay pathetic, when  one group of people killing others in the name safe guarding identity. Who's identity? What identity? When unable to understand their own identity as human!
Jayanta May 2014
People treat them as the ‘symbol of prosperity’,
Everyone is concerned with their habitat and dictate.
Their forefather told them,
“they are our old friend;
they nurture our land and trees
and help us to get bits and pieces for our endurance!”
They treat them as the symbol of opulence and
take care for their subsistence,
Share their terrain with the harbinger of lustre hope!
Dedicated to the villagers of Silbagiri of Garo-hills of Meghalaya, India, the Garo community living in the village consider Hoolock Gibbon as the symbol of prosperity of the village. They protecting the habitat of Hoolock Gibbon within their village territory as scared forest and take care for them.
Jayanta May 2014
It was belongs to Rajmao.
She used come with her group of assistant,
Walk around on the bank in the morning.

Some time,
Sit on the bank and
observed the water.

When it is sand still,
She said, ‘ it is not a good sign, nature is dynamic and changing’,
When the big tortoise came over the bank and sit,
She said, ‘ god send him to observed us’,
When fishes run and jump in the water,
She said, ‘they remind us joy of struggle, continuity for future’!

She used to offer a pair of Betelnut leaf with a Betelnut  to the water and
Pray, make everyone gracious, prudent and human to served for betterment of all.
Then she goes into the water and
deep into it , twice or thrice
to washed away all the pompous sticks on her heart and soul,
acquire lots of endurance and audacity to taking care for all.

That was a time,
When Rajmao came,
Everything elated by her touch and care,
Grasses grows with vigour,
Lotus in the water smiles with esteem,
Grasshopper dances around her with adore,
Standing Bamboo spread up their umbrella
To protect her from Sunshine with admiration and worship!

When she came
Everything was invigorated and stimulating!
Now only water is there
Full with stains of our time
and it is step forward for turn down!
In the name Rajmao Pukhuri
Rajmao – Mother of King; Pukhuri- Pond
Assam was under Ahom rule for sixty decades; they instituted great care for nature and people. Kings mother was considering as the wisest women of the state. The pond Rajmao pukhuri located at present Jorhat town was used by Rajmao . Narrations were based on different stories continued among the people of the locality, who feel proud of this heritage water body.
Jayanta May 2014
The way to our home
Crosses through
Six landmarks,
A marriage hall,
A primary school,
A children’s park,
A beauty parlour,  
A temple and
A cemetery.

They always remind us
Stages of our life,
Ecstasy of life,
Commitment and cooperation,
Effort to meet the divine
and ultimate
Destination!
Jayanta May 2014
Searching it day and night,
Week after week,
Month after month,
.....................

Searching it on the  bank of river,
On the beach of ocean,
On the top of mountain,
In the nest of birds,
In the copious temple,
In the flaming light of cremation ground,
.............................
Unable to trace out!
I am still searching.........

Unable to envisage......
...................... I have lost
Don’t know
Where, how and when,
........

Please look into it......
May be it is in your neighbourhood....

It is as deep like the eye of Deer,
It is as poignant like the dancing grasshopper,
It is worn-out like a fallen leaf,
.........................

Please look into it........
Now witnessing everything through hired spectacle,
So, everything is gloomy and encircled by darkness...

I have lost my spectacle.....
Please look into it.......
If you find out ...............
Please send it .....................
Through rain and wind ........
To my new home in sky ..........
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