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Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
A drop of poison
In a *** of honey
Can be a reason
For the last journey...

A deep felt hurt
In the midst of wealth
Loads of insult
Can take away health...

There are some men
Who claim to be tall
Nasty to their women
Yet looked up by all...

Respect and adore
For what each of us do
It is time to ignore
Society's "Who is who"....
Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
I forgive you
Yet not forget
The bluish hue
With a scarlet
Tinge on my cheek...

Your abusive taunts
Endlessly woven lies
Alcoholic brawls
The redness of eyes
Glaring at me
With naked dislike
Of me and my family
And all my tribe...

Yet I always pardon
As this is a **** curse
Bestowed upon
Me for using your purse
To meet my needs
How can I forget
Those early deeds
My wants were met
With your toil n sweat...

I truly forgive you
As you earned fame
Women too came to woo
Without any **** shame
Threw themselves at you
For wealth and name
Success in your head
Women by your side
Your drinking was raised
As guilt made you hide
Behind the glass and smoke
You made your life a living joke...

Forgiving I have to be
For when you compare
Those beauties to met
I am just dumb and fair
With a plain Jane face
And meagre background
Who brings you disgrace
To those who surround
You and your basking glory
Yet I belong to your days of penury...
Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
"I love you"
Three careless
Words that woo
Our loneliness...

Our hearts flutter
Our minds block
The reasons clutter
Our sanity clock...

Why do we feel so??
Is love only passion??
A strong stormy blow
Uprooting our bastion...

Nay, love is gentle
Like a cool breeze
Sweet and subtle
Blowing in peace...

Love means care
A warm mattress
To a cold body bare
Lying in distress...

Attachment paves way
For blind possessiveness,
As jealousy blows away
Freedom and happiness...

Nay, my friend, love is not
A possession or a trophy
It is simply caring a lot
So that one can be free....

A bird feeds her chicks
But trains them to fly
Teaching all the tricks
To soar high in the sky...

A loving mother cares
To teach her child
The virtues she shares
To make him worthwhile...

To an attached mother
Her child is above law
She does not bother
And is blind to his flaw....

No one is a slave
We are all born free
One should not crave
To own a human property...

The lofty mountains
The azure skies
Beautiful terrains
The deep blue tides...

The flora and fauna
In forests dense
An enigmatic aura
Love so intense.....

No strings, no ties
Yet we feel blessed
Beneath the skies
We are caressed....

By God's detached Love
Steady and eternal
Watching from above
We are all universal!!!!
Love is opposite of what we think it is
Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
I was a total failure
In solving mathematics
Driven by chaos and fear
Confused and neurotic...

Maa was very upset
As Paa would always mock
Saying "this darling asset
Has plenty of maternal stock"..

I struggled with algebra
Geometry, trigonometry
Putting many hours extra
To logic and symmetry...

The teacher would scorn
Calling me "an egg head"
Feeling insulted and forlorn
I walked without a friend...

Suddenly came a saviour
Taught maths with ease
Told me not to labour
Instead to be at peace...

He guided me to meditate
To calm my distraught mind
He helped me to concentrate
And self confidence I did find...

Slowly I overcame my fear
The numbers now made sense
As the exam date drew near
I was brimming with confidence...

My marks were good yet not high
Heart was singing, mind was light
Maa relieved, pa said with a sigh
"At last paternal blood is in sight"..

I bowed before my teacher
Eyes blurred with tears
"One day you will feature
On a show down the years"...

I was surprised at my fate
Went on to become a banker
Numbers were now my mate
Dancing everday on my fingers...

True to his prophecy
I participated in a talk show
Wherein I spoke of mercy
To all the students who feel low....
My friend's own life
Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
The striped beast
In the forest of east
Has just made a ****
In the wintry chill
A hungry bite
In the eerie quiet...

She hears the noise
Of jeeps and boys
Whisper amidst trees
Murmur of leaves
She wants to eat
But has to retreat
To the nearby hideout
Till the gypsy goes out...

Peace dawns at last
She devours fast
She has to feed
Her cubs are in need
For her quick return
Are unable to run
Shut eyed newborns
Feeble small moans...

She looks up to find
Shadows lurking behind
Endless clicking sounds
She quickly rebounds
To the bushes dense
Her anger is intense
Crowd waits quietly
She hides patiently
Stubbornness wins
The crowd now thins
Not a jeep in sight
She just won a fight...

She drags the meal
To keep it conceal
From preying eyes
In the bushes high
She is back to rest
Cubs on her breast
She licks her little litter
Warmth in cold bitter
Her nose sniffs the air
The eyes watchfully dare
The perils of the forest
As she with her cubs rest
Amidst the sun in the fog
A mother is on her duty log....
Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
Past is gone
Let it now rest;
Present is on
Let it be the best;
Future yet to know
Let it come and go...

If you can change anything
Change it, why worry...
If you can change nothing
Accept it, why worry...
If you have done everything
Enjoy it, why worry...

What was a want yesterday
Is hardly a need today
Time flows on small pebbles
Ĺife afloat with petty troubles
Death the unchanging future
Waits patiently like a vulture...
Moushumi Sinha Sep 2018
A voice within me talks
Of events real and unreal
I have strange thoughts
Of ideas turning ideal...

A song within me longs
For a perfect soulmate
The God within me talks
Of peace and happy state...

A heart within me speaks
Of matters soft and sad
I feel my glistening eyes
Wetting my writing pad...

A mind within me warns
Of things bold and ugly
Fleeting moments run
A riot in my memory...

A mother in me awakens
The beauty in my living
The bloated body reminds
Mothering a human being....
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