Freedom

 

Freedom 

         

           Where the rights, bliss and voice not uneven

                        The beauties of terrain bestowed equally

A midst celestial and mental health.

The thoughts are free, festive and frame of mind

To deal normal series of life;

This is the freedom we expect to survive.

It was dark, dicey and mucky

We walked night and day to brawl

Against all the misdeeds who bumped off

Men, women and children and even alone

To take the blood in full, they burnt

Bushes, hedges, houses and roofs

Every where their footsteps went on

And all these debris were outdone at last

To find a place to survive with tranquility.

Our pick to see and budge with patience

Daunted with chorus to mourn or glee

To have endless idyllic peace.

Like the cute voice in the daze of a child

Have down pat on provoking.

 

I'll travel all over the world

If the people ad vile me

ll go and go away

If rain water washes my face

I'll not care to proceed to the lead

If I'm clogged by gnash on the way

If the clouds stumble me hasty

I will never cease my ride to the fore.

If trees are busted on the way

To stop the huddle for a while

I'll break the fetter and move the way

To have fortunes with no despair;

Fever love and fraternity in human race

To streamline the efforts to reach up the drift

Amidst of all log jam and distortion

For switching in the air to pass ahead.

Along the clear bridge to cross the ocean

Even to hug demise to rephrase my fate.

All the hard luck, unfair and evils

Never care to pave the way my goal.

 

Apart from social fan, he remains obscured

To passes along his own human race

To pact a normal string of life

He remains obscured like the monk

Alone in philosophize state.

He is talent, busy with studies lying on

His lives are with the book

Nothing customs ensue in society.

He is sole lover of books plagued with

For coping unduly morale gesture

He seems to be particular to learn

And his relation lies with reading books

And with no books, he finds no pleasure

In human beliefs, his time worn out but to no purpose

In social fan and nowhere in kith and kin.

To be a nerd he feels airs not with social blend

Bestowed with talent artistic with the world

Like the image of flair in dazzling sun

For books worm his point used up with unrest.

A boy sitting on a wheel chair

Like a habitual piercing eye, his mind is drifting

To falsify the rhyme of human race

He has awaiting long glance in the past

For scatterbrained dreams as if he is not born to the depth

To trash the jeopardized and utmost belief

His joys are moldy like a crumbling clad

To have outpourings normal gesture.

As the trend so created by nature

A stretched and worried view

Against the generalized and mortal culture.

He is a mere soldier who has weapons but not fit

For thorough search and hurling tone

Not to thieve others event of life.

I have seen the boy from near and distant view

He has charms but palsied

But looking a mere glimpse

He is so sure that death lies in icy hand

Where gain or loss entails equal

In respect of high or low

For significant change in human trends.

Sundarbans

Tigers abound in Sundarbans

Hidden inside the forest of trees.

We trek the beach by the bay

Walking along the narrow way

Sometimes walking past high hedges

By the rippling waves of water

Parallel to the pine

Boatmen rowing their oars

Hide their heads

Under the shadow of the sail

Dancing in the gentle breeze

Rain-washes my face

Water dripping from the boughs

To be here again!

Amidst nature- birds and beasts

Living alone beside the bay

The gifts of nature flashing by

Fills my heart with wondrous joy

Like the sweet voice in the dreams of a child

Telling of Sundarbans---- the nature wild

Raise Against Time

Time is soaring but knack is elongated all

Humans are run by forlorn and fall.

Amid indistinct, misfortune and evil

Like terrorism, unrest and peril.

None in the world to tone down some one

With moral courage and fraternity.

To motivate love by the strength of mind

And knowledge without self callous gluttony.

The people feel discomfort while moving

As if some one springs after to snatch

For clear exhaustion and robbing.

No question of morality, truth and trust

Time is art, if it is ranging glow

Around the spot where distrust bears

For through search and golden age

Where the crooks move like snow.

Around the flags of red and green

To blow our land with clear sanctity

To cross the bar with the beauties of truth

For peace and everlasting its growth.