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| Basab Mondal |
Remedy ruptures on its own.
Like the blazing freekick
that pierces the goal,
Death sits udetered,
Ready to pounce.
Sans peace-
Sans relief-
Sans dependence-
Life is an insurance towards nihilism,
A temptation towards eternity.
Remedy ruptures,
As it itself
is the brightest advertisement,
Of illness.
***
Promises
The lines of houses,standing lonely
makes me remember
The dreams,i had
promised to nurture.
The dancing boats,on the rippling stream
makes me recollect
That i had also,
Promised to return.
The falling rain
in the putrid alleys,
Rejuvenates the conjugal bliss,
That we had oathed of.
The passing rail-tracks
Overlooking my lacerated neighbourhood
Chokes me ,
to believe
that me and my promises
Will lay side by side
In neverending lines.
***
Basab Mondal, is a teacher by profession who has unbridled love for literature.He writes poems in English and Bengali.He writes to satiate his own inner-self.His poems have been published in several little magazines and anthologies.
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