A boy without a single money
Sitting below a tree looking
Unhappy and tears teeming
At its brink.
Each boy plays 'Holi' the joy
Of colours.
But the boy has no money to buy
Colours of smile.
Someone has thrown
The green colour away to him.
But he plays like others with his
Unbreaking thoughts and perceptions
In his waking mind.
He has nothing but dream colours.

The night full of moons, a firefly
Came flying with bright light and I
Was pursuing her all the night.

But vain, where I went along
Like fading away of nightingale song,
I saw a dancing boat's sail.

The moon was glowing more
Than the another day, the door
Of my heart caused her to sway.

The light of the firefly I followed
Made me rich beyond the dream of odd,
She was more sweeter than the cream.

The air was so gentle to the firefly
And suddenly she came to cry,
Later I knew Agnitanaya was her name.

Soul whispered, "you're in the desert,
Upon the sand you're drawing art,
Thus the night declared morning.

Now I know I was searching a fellow,
It was nothing but a dark shadow,
Although I felt her pleasure and lark.

(Agnitanaya: the daughter of fire)

Ujjal Mandal, India

If I lose myself in the dreamland
Where dreams are made of sand,
The real world will seem just a dream
Like a biscuit without cream.

Ujjal Mandal,  India

Blackness is the beauty
Of the night.

When spring arrives,
A group of flowers enjoy
Their countenance and
As the day grows older
They lose their incandescent looks.
If they could know the collapse
Before the begetting,
I hope they'd remain unborn.

A child was obsessed with
Playing her dolls,
Fortuitously a wooden wife
Fell on, mother said:
'The earth is dancing',
The child took it in a wrong way,
Her body was found
After ten days under the whetted
Crown of cement made house,
The sun kissed her pale cheeks
And gave her last smile.

Today I am nameless,
but some day I'll bloom
being a flower.
I must give pleasure to eyes
tired and exhausted.

Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India

Keep dreaming like the river,
One day
This will lead you to the sea
With bare shores.

Ujjal Mandal, India

Pursue the beauty until the ugliness leaves you alone
And let you bloom
like a flower in the stone

Ujjal Mandal, India

Pursue the beauty until
the ugliness leave you alone
and let you bloom
like a flower in the stone

Ujjal Mandal, India
26.04.2021

Who does not love the flower?
They bloom being a mother,
Because of the purity of mind
Like the innocent lamb so kind,
And the purity of heart
Throwing off all the dirt.
O, let your heart bloom with colors
Being the flowers

Each night I say good night
to the moon,
and she comes to me in my dream
exploring her warm love,
but I can't feel her.

Ujjal Mandal, India

mother tongue is the
language
of ambrosia,
dip in it and sip the honey!

Ujjal Mandal, India

A poet is not born to die
He is as spirited as a butterfly,
Oh, all are poets you, he and I.

Silence is so peaceful and tranquil
like the air at the top of the hill;
you can have the complacency of life
if you cut the head of arguments with a knife;
emotion is there
where the heart is free and without fear;
if the mild petal is the heart of a flower,
controversy is a huge body except power;

be the clouds in the open air
and feel the gifted life in each hour,
be the flowers heavy with nectar
and welcome the bees in summer even winter,
be the song of a nightingale
and let your burden heart sail.

Ujjal Mandal, India

Love the day, who knows this is the last sigh of the day.
Like the lifting waves in the quiet bay.

Love the mother
Do you know why?
She is a flower--
A heaven to a butterfly.

Sometimes I feel
I am alone,
None is there
But when I look at
The blooming lotus,
I feel I am among thousand
Happiness and
I am sparkled with
Merriment-
This lotus is my mother:
My muse!

Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.