Voices Within: Paramita Mukherjee Mullick

Paramita Mukherjee Mullick is a scientist, a national scholar transformed into an internationally acclaimed, award-winning poet. She has written eight books. Her poems have been translated into 39 languages and widely published in national and international journals and anthologies. Paramita is the President and Initiator of the Mumbai Chapter of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library (IPPL). Apart from numerous awards from Indian Literary concerns, she has been blessed with the Gold Rose Award from MS Productions, Buenos Aires, Argentina for promotion of Literature and Culture. Paramita is also the Cultural Convenor and Literary Coordinator (West India) of the International Society for Intercultural Studies and Research (ISISAR).

The Life Changing Ladder Climb
(Commemorating the Platinum Jubilee of the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II)

The princess climbed up the ladder to the tree house.
To spend a night of thrill in the forest.
Just when night was falling in the Kenyan sky.
The myriad colours of the sunset set the sky ablaze.
Suddenly darkness engulfed all.
The hyaenas laughed and the lions roared.
The princess trembled a little.
Grunt of the Bisons were nearby.
Other faint sounds and then the eerie silence.
The princess absorbing the forest night,
In the Kenyan tree top house.
Lulled off to sleep with the crickets’ sound.
That night her father, King George VI died.
Elizabeth was declared the Queen.
Such was fate that she climbed up the ladder as a princess,
And climbed down the ladder as a Queen.

The Sky Sea

Nature never stops surprising me.
Flying, and out of the window I saw a sky sea.
The sky sea with streaks of greyish clouds.
As if silted and the streaks of land about.
The lighted up line of horizon.
Above the blue, blue sky.
Within the streaks of clouds, the blue.
Matching with the sky above and dazzling the view.
The beauteous sky sea, a wondrous sight.
The poet in me soaked in the memorable light.
Who paints the sky with so many colours?
Brush strokes bold and of valour.
Every time I think the sky and clouds will be the same.
They decorate themselves in a new game.

The White Balls on the Green Grass

The green, green expanse all around.
The white balls like white flowers strewn on the grass.
The sunlight glistening on the grass.
The shadows of the deodar trees and the acacia trees.
The iron frames with nets all around.
The caddies picking up the balls.
Five trees like sentinels inside the training area.
Not cut down but treasured inside the arena.
The crows cawing, some far away nightingale singing.
The sound of the golf shots all around.

The man all concentration and keenness.
Trying his shots one after the other.
No distraction, no looking elsewhere,
But only at the ball and the golf club.
Learning like a child with no ego hassles.
Trying out the same shots again and again.
The child like innocence, the perseverance.
The aim to learn and excel.
The thirst of new learning.
Perseverance which gives happiness earning.

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