A decade ago
A small child cried
With all his might he tried
But he still lost to Don Bosco    

He came and conquered the arena
Along with hundreds of companions
But from his first day began the division
Lachit, Phukan, Bordoloi and Bezbaruah

The teachers dominated him
Homework increased his load
6 hours soon became a bore
The strict discipline frustrated him

He survived only for friendship
Together they defied the rules
To resist he rarely brought his books
With the teachers he created a bitter relationship

The school responded quite effectively
Punishments soon became frequent
Parents were called often
Indiscipline was not tolerated so easily

When he roused to secondary
He realized it wasn't like he had though before
His hatred was no more
He now began to see everything differently

He saw the teacher's love and care
All the hardships they had suffered
He repented those he cursed
So much hardships they had to bare

He changed his attitude
He paid attention in class
He began to get positive remarks
The teachers loved his new look

Not a single favor he denied
Without questions he obeyed every order
To win their love he kept on going farther
For their trust he strived

Finally he got what he wanted
His fame spread among them
Every teacher began to know his name
The boy on whom they could depend

Today he is about to leave Don Bosco    
All those memories will just remain as a phase
Never to forget till his last days
Those years seems just like a minute ago

The boy is now a man
He laughs when he remembers those memories
The fun they had will never cease
He knows most won't understand

"No matter how hard you try to learn,
You'll never know the perks of being a Bosconian"  
  
                                                                                 - Swarnabh
                                                                               6:22 pm,  12/10/13

I hate you
I really do
I hate your black curly hair
Your white glow, Oh! Why are you so fair?
I hate your attitude
I like you, I don’t need your gratitude
Your charm, why is it so irresistible
Love is evol, it’s just terrible
Like a pampered princess you are treated
With impossible demands, you always dominated
Your sweetness melts me every time
Why does your cute names makes my heart rhyme?
Your smile is a dream come true
So much humiliation I endure to satisfy you
Your thoughts are always on my mind
For you till late night I stay online
Like a ***** you stole my heart
For you I keep on trying so hard
Who do you think you are?
Couldn’t you just stayed afar?
You say you don’t love me
But you don’t even leave me
An obedient toy you made me
Purely hypnotized by your beauty
I hate you
I really do
- Swarnabh
8/1/14

In the dark and shabby room, lies a picture
The portrait of a beautiful girl
Signed by the anonymous
There lay the picture for years

Her fair glow lighted the room
The perfect dame for every groom
She seemed to have been waiting
Was it her end or a new beginning?

The white gown was sparkling
The moon lighted the gathering
Even though it was finally happening
She looked more like in mourning

That perfect beautiful dress
Yet her face failed to impress
The drops from her eyes
Clearly reflected her cries
The picture of a beautiful girl
Alas! A scene always to remember
Behind in a small corner rested him
Silently, peacefully in a black coffin**

-Swarnabh
7/1/14