Thursday, October 29, 2015

Pijush Kanti Deb- A Poem

Let The Cat Out Of Bag
On the blue stage of a mid-ocean
our only canoe dances
on the rhythm of the singing waves
as they have met after a long time
and we-
me and my pretty wife,
the two love-birds
feel good in enjoying
the pleasing expression of their sizzling emotion
sitting on our own bags.
We embrace and kiss each other
and swear too
in the name of love
to be always attached together
ignoring the change of time and situation.
Indeed, time starts changing
with the blasting of a thunder in the far-sky
and the flowing of chainless wind around the canoe
yet we are fearless
but prompt to open my bag
smiling at my wife and let the cats out of it
and my wife also follows me
and we are now ascertained to watch the escaping cats
vacating and strengthening the canoe
to fight against any kind of calamities in future…

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