AN AGED COUPLE

Sixty autumns together they walked, And how many more who knows? Side by side they stood on the forest fringe And admired shrivelled faces and scraggy necks.   How swiftly the halcyon days passed! Ah! The…

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SANTALPARA

Bored being confined by four walls, I set out for Santalpara Where I hear rustics sit idle whole day And drink, brawl and do nothing.   A fine drizzle washed the forest path a while ago,…

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UPON DYNA BRIDGE

It was noon, but the rays mellow and soft! Let’s stand awhile on Dyna Bridge, dear, under which River Torsha moaned meandering naked, unabashed!   Timid rays fell on its sickle body, and It gleamed, and…

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A FORSAKEN WOMAN

Her man stole a neighbourhood girl, And went Arunachal a long ago, When Munni crawled in her Belly, swollen to burst.   She lived at a hut, And toil at day at lush green fields Plucked…

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AMONG THE DRUNKARDS

  Twice a month I go to Hariahati and drink haria Among the drunkards, peasants and labourers all, Two pigs skinned and men have their heyday!   Round some fat women, haunch men nine or ten,…

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NO ONE REMEMBERS A DEAD MAN

Spillwords.com presents: No One Remembers A Dead Man, written by Abu Siddik, as assistant professor, Department of English, Falakata College .... Source: No One Remembers A Dead Man written by Abu Siddik at Spillwords.com

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MY VILLAGERS

I love you, You are so good! You pledge your life For a square meal, Day you toil and night You sleep and populate, Evening you smoke, play cards, Drink tea, gossip, and pass Hay days!…

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NO SICKNESS OF THE CITY

It was sunset lone The sky deep orange, and the birds lined For homecoming, and lazily they gleamed.   Thirteen peasants angling, their eyes fixed to baits, And beside half a dozen half-naked children dirtying in…

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I SELL FLESH NO MORE

  Gone were the days When men swarmed her hut, And passed metamorphic nights.   She was a peerless beauty, Tall and stout, and an elusive broad smile Always stuck her.   Body shapely and muscular,…

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IN MEMORY OF DR M K SINHA

(A Dirge) And when the sun sets, and darkness descends We have to cross the river, No pain, no sorrow, no dirge, no lamentation.   Why do you cry, my friend? Let us be true to…

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