Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India

The real beauty lies
In blackness as
Flowers bloom at night.

Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India

Keep dreaming like the river,
One day
Dream will make the way to the sea.

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.

Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India, WB

The beings bend their head down
Whose head wears the golden crown
Like the trees full of  salubrious fruits
Do, is called the paragons of virtue.

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.