Maiden's strings

 

As the rays kissed the sky

From a veil of clouds dark and deep

Upon the river passing by

Its fragrance spread with melody.

Do the strings play a tune

And awakens untouched chords

That resonates and weans too soon

Leaving pathos in the heart?

Do the music and the ray

From the Goddess soak the souls

Of battered humans in mayaic play

Craving with senses varied goals?

Play on oh! maiden Nature

From your holy strings, ragas divine

To bring us inward,we mortal creatures

Where Love resides in Her holy shrine.

© Amitava Chakrabarty

Engulfment

Engulfment

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The evening sun bade goodbye

And left the adrenaline in the sky,

And before the blue be smudged

With soot, the twilight hovered

Upon the town; specks of red

Being afraid of impending doom

Surrenderd herself to the gloom

While the reds smudged by black

Dumped in crony capitalist's sac.

Men in masks and gloves hurried

Home, driven by phobia of Covid

In the pervading alarm of pandemic

Their fragile defense,

alas! is theoretic.

But little they truly can to avoid

The onslaught of tragedy, forced

Upon man by men with motives

That are foggy, but all it gives

Is to serve the platter of wealth

To a few crooks in wily stealth.

The despotic darkness wiped off

Man's freedom and its joy, thereof.

 

© Amitava Chakrabarty