To "John Keats "

The autumn, brings ripe fruits in
Thy garden -very 'She'comes to me
As a rural lass, wandering in the green
Fields of corn;
The song of nightingale devoured thy
Ears ,but not for long -
Here is my cuckoo sings all-day long
At the advent of spring;
Your appreciation for 'Grecian Urn '
Peerless beauty, though I have my
Ancient sculpture;
And the story of Madeline was more
Pensive than Shakuntala!
Still you vanquish me with thy immortal
Quote "Beauty is truth, truth beauty "
Ye, the worshipper of beauty
I do bow down before thee.

(written by- Prasenjit Chanda)
15/12/2018

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For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that some people start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning,for a soldier died today.

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"Monna Lisa"

'La Risposta Si Trova Qui '
They quested the answer
In thy mysterious smile,
But I looked deep into thy
Lid less eyes ;
Art there pain to observe?
Or, the profound peace!
Unrequited love?
I not know.....
May be the keys to transcend
And go 'further ',surmise I -
Whatever they possess
Must thy creator know ,
Viva la thee,
Viva la thy creator.

(Composed by, prasenjit Chanda)
01/09/2019.

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Rummaging
Through the archives
Of my mind
I discovered gems
Of wisdom
Buried there by
My Gurus of yore!

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Mesmerising tune of voice
grind to a halt for good...

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"Enduring "(I am that woman)

Yes, I'm that woman....once you
Defiled me with your evil eye;
Yes, I'm that woman....
For twenty years I ministered you
Yet you can accuse me for infidelity!
Yes, I'm that woman.... You can
Possess me like you owned me, and
If I ever deny, you can put a blame
I'm not loyal anymore!
Yes, I'm that woman....
A mother, sister, daughter or a wife
Yet to be ready for compromise.

(written by -Prasenjit Chanda)
30/05/2019

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Ek muskaan Dekhne layak thi Unke Piche
Aaj Dab gyi he Lakho Ansuo ke Niche.


R.I.P
Irfan khan
(Actor)

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To Antinous

Thou art not merely a Theos
But a legendary heros of time,
The rueful fate of thy life
Can be heard through this rhyme.

The philomel from Antinopolis
Did tell thy melancholy yarn,
Exquisite beauty thou possessed
The king Hadrian did yearn.

Thy story of eromenos love
In history may be hidden,
A taboo; may be in ancient age
And still today is forbidden.

What hath made thee to sacrifice?
Only Nile may know thy pain,
And with tears in those eyes
Philomel ceases her strain.

............written by,
Prasenjit Chanda (18/09/2019)

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Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you 💯

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বড় ভালোবেসেছিলাম,
শুরু থেকে শেষে ।
'লাইফ অফ পাই' বল
বা হোক আর কিছু
মোরা ছিলাম সকল সময়ে
তোমার পিছু, পিছু
চোখের জলেতে আজ
বলি এক মনে
খুউব ভালো থেকো তুমি
আছো যেইখানে ।।
🙏 🙏 🙏

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