👩🏼A FURTIVE FRIEND👩🏼

In my affable stage of life,
I suddenly got a jovial friend.
Her eyes adumbrates melancholy,
Lips smile in every predicament.

Excruciating were those eyes,
Full of anguish but cute.
Flabbergasted were her steps,
With an acquiesced lassitude.

Her sudden encounter with,
My contemplative self and beyond,
Marked the commencement of
An articulative strong bond.

— HRITISHA GHOSH

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👩🏼FREE REIN👩🏼

Girls are liberated being,
As our modern society swear,
Then why do they raise fingers?
Upon the clothes we wear.

Why do we face insults?
For our attire, so far,
Are our clothes this powerful?
To label our character.

Why are girls still criticised?
Even in this civilised society.
Hypocrites sheepishly shift sides,
When asked for a clarity.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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💭GARDEN OF THOUGHTS💭

Intellectual people often contemplates,
Over the positive and negative barricades.
Still fail to get the true intentions,
Of conniving people wearing culottes.
Individual fails to comprehend,
Some surreptitious truth that suffocates.
And their intellect got confined in knots,
Inside a garden full of thoughts.
How long will these exaggeration last?
Our society needs a prompt answer fast.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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👀HER SOULFUL EYES-3👀

Day by day,
In every way,
A little girl witnesses,
Impressions, which’ll stay.

On her way to adulthood,
As the time flies,
She found herself trapped,
Amidst few lustful eyes.

People stare at her greedily,
With their wild gaze,
Which makes her acquainted,
With her pathetic stage.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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👀HER SOULFUL EYES-2👀

The desire for a baby boy,
Is what her parents possessed,
When she was inside her mother’s womb,
On her little comfortable bed.
While welcoming her in this world,
Parents was a lot disappointed,
She wasn’t aware of the fact that,
In her place, a boy was expected.
Not even her mom was satisfied,
While looking at her little face,
Perhaps this lady can foresee the thorns,
Which are going to lay on her ways.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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👀HER SOULFUL EYES-1👀

Her soulful eyes are the witnesses,
Of 75 tough years she spent,
Amidst the society which never allowed,
A woman’s freedom, even one percent.
Right from the very childhood,
All her desires were badly curbed,
By none but her own parents,
To remind her that she is a girl.
Tough were those days of loneliness,
And nights full of tears,
This is how a girl child,
Passed her suppressed childhood years.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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🔥VICIOUS PATHS🔥

Getting blindfolded by,
Horrific superstitious belief,
We continue our massive search,
For some ritualistic relief.

Through these vicious paths,
Human logics are forced,
To step in a circumstance,
Which is perhaps the worst.

Even the buried bodies,
Are trapped in circle of belief,
Will they ever be allowed,
To have a blatant peaceful sleep?

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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❤️‍🔥AMBITIOUS SOUL❤️‍🔥

Far from the happy terrains,
Amidst a snowy deserted land,
An individual is on hibernation,
With no place for self stand.

In front of her tired eyes,
There are some ambitions vast,
With no way to contemplate,
Just have to accomplish them fast.

The only source of her survival,
Is her little ambitious soul,
Which is set on conflagration,
To achieve her desirable goal.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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👭FRIENDS AND FACTS👭

Friends are the inseparable,
Part of our social life.
While some are considered close,
Some are mere a stripe.

With them we create,
Memories and moments, nice.
But the fact cannot be,
Always seen through bare eyes.

These friends might sometimes,
Stab us from the back,
By taking advantage of our,
Impish trust filled sack.

Our social life demands,
A bit sincerity from us.
But it is nostalgic to recollect,
How sweet the friendship was.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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😄IF I DIE TOMORROW😄

If I die tomorrow.........
Am I allowed to return?
To my furtive belongings,
If I wish to pay,
A short visit to my things.

If not.......then.......
Can I carry them with me?
To protect them from the rain.
So that I need not to come,
In this cruel world again.

—HRITISHA GHOSH

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