"costlier" poems
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Too scanty ’twas to die for you,
The merest Greek could that.
The living, Sweet, is costlier—
I offer even that—
The Dying, is a trifle, past,
But living, this include
The dying multifold—without
The Respite to be dead.
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I was about running for safety
when she said she love me
what is love?
on this my empty pockets
her onkempt hair and hungry eyes
i knew she was a spider
though my heart is deaf
Igbo love is costlier in the market
how-come this Yoruba lady
money in the morning, money clockwise
there is no juice left in me lady,
your web had caught nothing
and your tricks I've known.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
Dear son I am dying
So you may live!
I couldn't pay for your son's school fees,
The deepawali sweets and crackers
And your wife's saree,
Nor could I buy you the500cc
Enfield Bullet.I had promised.
My revised pension hasn't yet come.
They have told me to wait,
But I know you can't.
Deepawali crackers are costlier this year
With the boycott of Chinese goods
A big price for patriotism.
My friends tell me that if I die
They will turn me
Into a symbol,
Something very big and important.
Somewhere elections are just round the corner,
There will be a statue
And money and job for you.
They say.
I must die for you to live.
I have lived my life.
Sorry son, I had much to say
But they tell me to hurry.
The facilitator has another appointment to keep
If only I could go with a bullet in my heart
And a few pakis at my feet
And not a sip from the hemlock tree!
Do not gamble with the money you get,
This Deepawali, pay Dipu's fees,
Buy a plot of land,
Take mother to Haridwar.
And yes, get the money and the job
Immediately after I die, least they forget.
They will promise the world.
They will come, don't worry, make them pay,
Insects always do when there is light.
They call me
I must go
You live..
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
The world has turned into a global village
No one can deny on that...
But..remember the phone we had placed on that beautiful table mat?
Yes...it was a matter of pride to have one..
The only fastest medium of communication we had at that time
It too had models...the rotary phone, the keypad and many fancy ones
We talked, laughed and sobbed sitting at one place as we were tied with the corded set with everyone.
It was safe.....no fear of radiation or loss of eye sight .
Though it was much too costlier than what it is today....people still communicated and talked their heart out
Now...every hand has a cell phone which comes with many features overcoming the limitation of the old one
People can connect anywhere in no time
Then why...?
We are so disconnected.....!
May be we mastered the art of telepathy?...or we are blessed with a magical wand...?
We talk no more
We only make groups
We love forwarding messages
We have become mute.....
So can we again move to landline?
Come out of the virtual world by talking to our dear ones at this time?
Can we try and understand what they are hiding behind their smiling whatsapp profiles?
Let's do things one at a time...rather than multitasking with phone on one hand and laptop on the other...
Let's give them the love and respect when one needs from your side.
So ..... sit back and dial a number of your loved one...and help the world again to become one if not through landline but may be your heartline!!
Bina Mukherjee
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living Vine
Were press'd to fill the cup.
Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.
The vile, the lost, He calls to them;
Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.
Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.
If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.
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I am living in a house
Made of fleshy blocks
Costlier than golds
Not because it is cost
But this man in the building
refuses to be bought
His choice of substantive intake
Rotten tomatoes or fresh tomatoes
it is the shelter of slaves
It is the guile of the law
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
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Each Scar I’ll keep for Him
Instead I’ll say of Gem
In His long Absence worn
A Costlier one
But every Tear I bore
Were He to count them o’er
His own would fall so more
I’ll mis sum them.
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I’ve escaped into Summer’s Eclipse,
Where the frost flows continuously from your frozen lips.
It’s numbed my bones and pierced my skin,
and ceased every knock from the vessel within.
They say if you tame the body, you’ll tame the soul,
So, there’s hope that I’ll gain some kind of control.
You question why but don’t ask me,
They tell me I’ve traded my brain for a pea.
For the mind is a grave we bury ourselves in,
I tell you, who we are, where we’ve been,
All’s the same once you’re dead,
Your life’s a sweater you’ve worn to a thread.
I’m clouding two thoughts and producing no rain,
Give me a moment, I’ll try to explain:
Consideration, admiration,
I’m not really getting anywhere with this presentation,
of who I should be and who I am,
I’ve chosen to be cordial rather than condemn.
That’s not to say sincerity is vain,
(I’d argue that ego is what we should blame),
But I’d imagine silence would prove me more bold,
And keep me upright in this freezing cold.
Now, to address the former, I say this,
I would have taken the Winter in your kiss,
But time, it ages, and so it goes:
Pride is costlier than a rose.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
Stones and pebbles
Gifted by you
Those remind me
Olden days in beach
I spent with you
Still those are in
My collections
Those are
Costlier than
Diamonds
Precious than
Gold
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
In a garment shop,
was admiring a
woman advice
her teenage daughter
(whose on diet program)
to take
a costlier one to
one size less
So, she can
reduce her weight
psychologically
first…..
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC