Ujjal Mandal

A slice of smile
Can cast thousand lights
Over the shadow
Of snow-clad pain,
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Lord Krishna had told long time ago-
Grave words like the sea not hollow:
'In the time of industrial & modern age,
People would be the birds in a golden cage:
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No pen has sufficient ink
To dig into the mother;
No writer has enough brains
To attribute upon her the beauty
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The stars of my life never
glitter like before,
today life defines me a dry flower
without dew of love,
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You'd embroidered the Inferno
sewn with the thread
of supple beauty,
endowed Ganguria
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Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.
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A dry leave reminds us the past
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
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On a spring morning the sweet
smell of newly clad blossoms
coated with dew and honey,
I saw a maiden tugging
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That night the moon was not distinct.
I had to stop my cart in the forest,
not enough light to run.
It was then midnight.
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I am Misti--, didn't get it?
Misti(sweetness) is my name,
My grandmother gave me that
Honor, I'm too grateful.
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All say the NIGHT is nothing but you
After repellent darkness a day new,
The firefly that takes the PRIDE
Is none other than luminescent light,
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Oneday a potter was making a shape
of lord KRISHNA with soft mud and
when it was completed,
he left the idol in the sun for making it harder.
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Winter, the flower of ice
That blooms everywhere.
Winter, the mirror of snow
Where the moon looks her
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It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early.
I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wished
to tell a pathetic story, steps tattered and wished to
say-''I am too exhausted to walk''.
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RAM is the incarnation of love,
Fill your arid heart with the springs
Of tears.
He is the sword shining in the battleground,
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The world was trudging through
The waves of blood,
You paved the way of how
The ruinous sounds of
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The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.
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The liquid songs of a bird
Create much vibration in my heart,
My body is a stone, black and old-
If she turns down me to hold,
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A banyan tree, like a giant with four arms-
motionless and solid; so dark it's root,
The windy storm can't break through
that tree anyway,
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