Ujjal Mandal, India, August 7, 2020

Nothing is more precious than mother
As it blooms solely in heart's bright chamber.
Please keep her always, don't share
As she is such a rare flower.

Books
Ujjal Mandal,  India

Books are the clothes
Of thoughts.
And the words in books
Are the gems.

Prayer to Jesus Christ
Ujjal Mandal, India, August 3, 2020

O God, forgive us.
Your crucifixion is the worth
Of our sin.
We want you again O Jesus!
You are the door of our mind
And accepting you as our
Savior.
You take charge of our lives.
Lead us the way you want.
Grant us the love you loved.
Grant us to become a lotus
In the stream of your love and devotion.

The Strength of Poetry
Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India

I cry whenever I feel dreary thoughts
start crawling
into my heart.
Whenever I feel the bud of my heart
fades away in the scorching heat,
I shower myself then with the plenty
of poetic bubbles and I revive.

Ujjal Mandal, India, July 18, 2020

Would you keep me green when I die?
Or the stream of love will have to dry?
When I shall be the sun in the blue
Would you smear with my golden hue?
When I shall be the moon in the night
Would you walk beside me in light?
O dear, O my gold you must do I know
For you made a loving vow.

Bright Light lies in Darkness
Ujjal Mandal, India, July 10, 2020

If darkness is not made,
does the light have means anymore?
So don't need to be sad,
Within darkness there is the bright light.

Thoughts of a Child During the Outbreak of Covid-19
Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India, July 08, 2020

I was a flying kite
Full of indomitable might.
Like a roe was my mind
Bounded over but quite kind.
I was a tiny butterfly
I entered into the bud like a spy.

Today the kite is on a broken string.
Mind is a hideous animal.
Today I am a BLACK HORNET.