" The Death of God "

Fifteen thousand children died
In front of Your eyes
Still I find You calm and cool
How strange!
The corpses of children
Won't make You angry!
Where is your judgement?
Where is your sceptre?
Your very silence
Makes me believe
You have died too.

It is for You
Thousands of years
The earth bathed with blood
With your very name
We have been taxed and
Your proneurs scared us
Yet You don't wake from hibernation
It's your very silence
Makes me believe
You have died surely
May be long ago.

Come then -
Let us mourn
And silent for a while
In the memory of.....
"Loving God. "

© Prasenjit Chanda
( 12/09/2025)

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" ভগবানের মৃত্যু! "

পনেরো হাজার শিশুর শব দেখেও
যে ভগবানের ক্রোধ জাগে না
জেনে রেখো, " তাঁর মৃত্যু হয়েছে।"
যে ভগবানের শ্রেষ্ঠত্ব প্রতিষ্ঠায়
হাজার -হাজার বছর পৃথিবী
রক্ত স্নান করেছে
সেই ভগবানের মৃত্যু হয়েছে।
যে ভগবানের নামে
বিনা পুঁজির ব্যবসা করা হয়
প্রতিষ্ঠিত হয় "চিরস্থায়ী বন্দোবস্ত"
যার গৃহে প্রবেশ আজও
সবার জন্য অবাধ নয়
হ্যাঁ, "তাঁর" মৃত্যু হয়েছে।
যে করুণাময় ভগবানের নামে
মানুষকে ভয় দেখানো হয়
নেওয়া হয় ভয়ের কর
আর দেওয়া হয় ইজারা
"তাঁর" অবশ্যই মৃত্যু হয়েছে।
আসুন -
ভগবানের প্রয়াণে
আমরা নিরবতা পালন করি
শোক জ্ঞাপন করি।

©প্রসেনজিৎ চন্দ (০৯/০৯/২০২৫)

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হে শতদল
হীনের বল
জ্যোতির্ময় আলো,
করুণা সাগর
প্রেমের ভাবর
আলোকসুধা ঢালো।

সত্য পথে
মনো রথে
আত্মপ্রদীপ জ্বেলে,
জ্ঞানের যুক্তি
দুখের মুক্তি
তোমার পথেই মেলে।

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*Shame!*

Can you see his bare feet?
Darkened with dust,
Seven miles they crossed
And found aid at last.

The aid was not lavish
Still it brought a smile,
And he kissed the hand
Without having any guile.

The boy in tattered clothes
Did not walk in vain!
Bullets ended his life
The end of misery, end of pain.

His name was Amir
But what's in a name?
When war kills a child
We should die in shame.

© Prasenjit Chanda
(05/08/2025)

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" DIONYSUS – The Radiant Joy "

In the forest raves and dreamlike gleam
I saw thee brew thy heady stream,
Now let me sing, 'The God of Wine'
And speak volumes for thee, line by line.

Except Apollo, no Olympian bright
Fit to hold the candle before thy light,
May I don robes and flowing hair
To shield this verse from time’s despair.

The vinter lifts his crimson glass
And bids me let my burdens pass—
To dance in rhythm, wild and free
Embracing life’s sweet ecstasy.

Hard trials test my inner flame
Yet still I rise to chant thy name,
Thy rapture drives me to the stage
And makes the Swan become thy page.

©🖋️ Prasenjit Chanda (26/07/2025)

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' GANYMEDE "

What art thou pouring from the urn?
The nectar of eternal grace —
The beauty that even Zeus yearns.

'He' becomes a hunting bird,
To guard that ageless flame;
The shepherd’s path to Olympus
Is no mere myth — it bears a name.

From Mount Ida to the Olympus,
Where youth and time stand still,
To whom before the gods submit,
And drink of ardour, joy, and will.

The audacity to praise thy radiant charm
This ill-favoured bard does not hold -
Better to gaze on Aquarius,
Or Jupiter's orbit I may behold.

© 🖋️ Prasenjit Chanda
(22/07/2025)

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" INTOLERABLE "

Life chains me up in purgatory
Buds fall here before they bloom,
No ray of hope comes forth
To give me joy, to remove perpetual gloom .
Like clouds without words I'm crying
And the monsoon of my eyes
Rain throughout the year.
But my heart is like Atacama
Barren and monotonous.
And the life --
A needle without thread
Stitches nothing but
Pricks a lot.

© Prasenjit Chanda
(20/07/2025)

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" PRIDE "

I put my wings on fire
I've stepped with stride,
I won't live at your desire
Now I'll live a life of pride.

Now I'm ready for a rainbow ride -
To wear its colour is my pride,
The worth I hold now I de fide
To honour myself is my pride,
Now I'll live with time and tide
To accept myself is my pride.

To live with shame long I bide
Now no more shame no more hide ,
To be myself, I've stepped with stride
And found in truth, a life of pride.

( These lines are dedicated to LGBTQ community)
© 🖊️ Prasenjit Chanda (19/06/2025)

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" জ্যোতির্ময় "

অন্ধজনের আলো তুমি
যুক্তিবাদীর যুক্তি,
দুঃখ ভরা পৃথ্বীতে এই
তোমার পথেই মুক্তি।

তোমার পথেই সেদিন অশোক
বিশ্ব করিল জয়,
তোমার কাছে প্রনত হলে
দূর হয় সংশয়।

তোমার পথই পথের দিশা
আত্ম করে শুদ্ধ,
বিশ্ববাসীর আলোক শিখা
শাক্যমুনি বুদ্ধ।

গর্ব করে বলি যখন
ভারত দেয়নি যুদ্ধ,
ভারত মানে সম্প্রীতি
ভারত মানে বুদ্ধ।

©🖊️ প্রসেনজিৎ চন্দ (১২/০৫/২০২৫)

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" The Lost Buddha "

Tumbling - turmoiling the world is now
Arguments are lost and ignorance is bliss,
The Lotus couldn't expand her petals
The worms have their crimson kiss.

What in darkness should illumine
Intoxicated into a dark sleep,
And the worst is at its highest form
While the best fail promises to keep.

Now orebs and vultures try their strength
The song birds cease their lays
The sins of History ever repeated
In the darkest hour; in these darkest days.

Is there salvation - revelation at yonder
The fathom, we're not ready to apprehend!
The nightmare of darkness is so intense
Will the blessed one come to rend?

Or the penal fire of admantine chain
Burns out wisdom in eternal vain!

Where is my Budhha
The luminous light!
To awake from deep sleep
From ignorance and fright.

©Prasenjit Chanda
(23/03/2025)

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