" 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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"Adieu" - Buddhadeb Bhattacharjee

Some deaths are as light as feathers,
Some deaths are heavier than a hill,
Some deaths like a great wound -
They never fill, never heal.

It's not that you're divine,
But surely a hope of light,
In the realm of darkness
An inspiration for fight.

Let me salute your austere life
Before, in sadness, I do sink
Let me adieu your honest life
Before, pain chokes my ink.

©Prasenjit Chanda
(11/08/2024)

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"RIDICULE"

Standing over the countless bodies of children
Why is there a faint smile
Graces your visage, leader?
You can laugh freely
What is called a " Guffaw"!
The same laugh once Führer had
Now with your resounding snort,
Let all the children's cries be suppressed,
Your victory against terrorism
Will be engraved in the annals of history
In your country's textbooks,
You will become a legend!
It will be declared.......
"They had no right to live"
They needed to be erased
So they have been erased,
Just as you have erased
The bloodstains from your hands!
But the cycle is not yet complete
Yet it shall be -
The day you receive
The Nobel prize for peace.

©Prasenjit Chanda (26/05/2024)

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" অমর একুশ "

(আন্তর্জাতিক মাতৃভাষা শহিদদের প্রতি।)

বছর ফিরে একুশ আসে
মাতৃ ভাষার টানে,
একুশ আসে কবিতায়
আর একুশ আসে গানে।

একুশ মানে শক্ত চোয়াল
বুকেতে বল ঠাসা,
একুশ মানে অহং আমার
মিষ্টি বাংলা ভাষা।

একুশ মানে মাতৃভাষা
শ্রদ্ধাঞ্জলি অর্পণ,
একুশ মানে ভাষা শহিদ
একুশ মানে তর্পণ।

একুশ মানে প্রতিবাদ
একুশ - প্রতিরোধ,
একুশ মানে রক্তে রাঙানো
মাতৃ ঋণ শোধ।

© প্রসেনজিৎ চন্দ
(২১/০২/২০২৪)

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To Have You

My heart is rebellious as sea
It wants you to stay with me,
Let me sail as we did before
Or let me die on the shore.

You with me and love would thrive
I can't hold it, let love drive
Falling in love - a bottle of wine
Sweet for a season but lasts for a time.

To have your smile, to have your love
Let me give you heaven above,
Let me be insane to have your kiss
I'll remain ignorant to have that bliss.


© Prasenjit Chanda
20/07/2023

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" She "

My hymn isn't the harp on same string,
Like sparrow, clings through thick and thin.

At the end of the long summer's day
The weary swallow ceases his lay,
Here I, the nightingale is ready to be
Unheard -unspoken volumes for thee.

Thy exquisite beauty sticks to my gun
Is more radiant than summer's sun,
Thy beauty like petals of young flower
Expanding; and serenity of April's shower.

To win my laurels, to win my day
To praise thy beauty, I sing this lay.

© Prasenjit Chanda
(03/04/2023)

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" Thousand Images "

A long march
Thousands; they were
Rainbow hearts rhythmed,
Yonder standing I
Capturing thousand Images
Thousand smiles in one frame.

The march went on
And came closer where I stood
Had their glances on me
And lowered their eyes
But why?
They were thousand mirrors
With thousand Images
Let me see through
An image of you
An image of mine.

© Prasenjit Chanda
02/04/2023

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Overwhelmed with joy
Let make a sin,
Let make a new sin,
Let it happen again
Another sin,
Be friends with each other
Let make a beautiful Sin.


( Transcreation of a Nepali poem by Sri Vabani Vikshu)

© Prasenjit Chanda.
29/03/2023

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" COMBUSTION "

Don't move your hand !
Let me glow
I'm dying I know
Yet with the burning flame
Let me see you.
The light of the silvery moon
I don't want .
Her luminous light is borrowed.
The beauty you possess ,
What joyance to burn
For such beauty
The beauty Aphrodite envies !

Don't move your hand!
Don't give jealous wind the chance
To extinguish the flame.
Let me allow to melt completely
And just before the flame goes out
Let me deflagrate for the last time
To praise your beauty
And then only darkness.

© Prasenjit Chanda (19/03/23)

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" Firefly "

This dark night
The bonfire - wine flows
And warmth of your body
The crimson pleasure.
The countless stars
Twinkling above
And on earth
The fireflies
In this lonely wood
Coming close to my naked body
The very warmth of my body
Increasing ever
And they shine brightly.


© Prasenjit Chanda
(18/02/2023)

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