Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Pijush Kanti Deb- A Poem

Treasures of Moments
A long procession of vital moments-
recognized as the vehicles
carrying the treasures of seven kings,
sets out a never ending journey
on rough and tough path of stony time.
A golden opportunity it seems
for the hungry crowd-
standing and waiting eagerly
to welcome, explore and good bye the procession
in their respective capabilities and styles.

The mighty- mentally or manually,
plunge into the depth of the procession
raising their sharp weapons.
Look, within the fraction of a moment,
selective killing and snatching
bloom winning smiles
with no groaning at all.

The feeble- physically or psychologically,
get lost in searching of weapons
and find them amid a sombrous confusion and hesitation
far away  from any decision and dividend
where they deserve their thumbs to suck only.

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