Saikat Gupta Majumdar (Voices Within)

Saikat Gupta Majumdar, is a bilingual poet. He resides in Kolkata. He works in a private organisation in ‘Accounts Division’ His hobby is writing poems, rhymes captions and short stories both in English and Bengali. His main focus is on his English poems which have got published in various online magazines including the US based bilingual magazine ‘SETU’ so far. Apart from online magazines he has successfully contributed in ‘Indology’, the Raigunj (W.B,India) based little magazine in Book form.

The blossom and the withered one

In the corner of a street

A flower shop facing at the road

Displays the lovely, charming ones

From the common roses to unknown

With variety of each kind

In bunches, single or garlands.

The people of the town

Step in out of urge or eager

In their ups & down all the day

From the children to couples

And aged old fellows

For passion, grim or gay.

One day, while a kid stood in

Before the sight of flowers

Exploring each one in wonder

Suddenly, noticed an old fellow

Thin and feeble with bearded cheeks

Starring at him from a little far.

Smiled slowly as he looked back

And then came to him in weak steps

‘You are loveliest of all indeed’

‘And you?’ the kid asked back

Smiled again the man fingering at a board

“The flowers that have withered are in no need” .

The Two Cases

It was a dark night

The traveller saw a car moving on street

Without a driver inside

He turned back and about to run in fear,

“It failed to start, -please help”

He looked back getting a human voice

The driver was pushing from the back

So no one was found to steer.

Another man was found to mourn

Sitting on a sea beach

As the reason was asked

People got surprised each,

He kept a diamond ring under the sand

Just below a milk white cloud

After a while, as it passed away

The ring was no longer found.

Both the cases are funny enough

However, a basic difference lies,

Circumstance made traveller fool in first one

But the man on beach was foolish and unwise.

Reformation

The long prayer was over with the bell

Closing eyes in rest room by the church boundary,

The father could see a bright man full of youth---

And could hear the name ‘R-i-i-ck-y’ ‘R-i-c-k-y’

From audience Gallery.

The rising singer on the stage

With a mind blowing song –‘let’s fly in blue’,

And magical tune in guitar

A big applaud by fans---

And mobbed after the show too. .

Kept floating with a boat in ocean of dreams

Crashed into a black rock ‘Mac’

A notorious man,

Allured him to make millionaire overnight

As he cherished a dream to be so

Got tempted at once….

In the evening on illuminated stage

And at noon in solitary places in disguise

With small packs of drug to sell

Aiming to be the richest.

The ill-fate suddenly came

With being entrapped by police-in-disguise

Repented a lot behind the bar for years ----,

Met a saint after acquittal --

And was inspired by sacred tales of ‘Jesus’.

He opened his eyes in rest room -slowly…….

Hearing ‘Father John, please come for dinner’

A disciple called him gently.

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Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020