By Sukhendu Parui
No baby ever cries,
Heart melts for tears in their eyes
Oh, never make a baby cry.
No corpse breathes
What delight in the funeral pyre
Ha-ha-wind rushes in—
Stunned silence mourning whispers around
The body utter ruins
Enjoys – make living abode.
No child ever laughs --
Overwhelmed by the billow moonlight
As if the tidal wave hits the chest
Bravo - let the children laugh ;
No corpse ever dies –
Even never groans-make any cry,
Though wonderful pain-dyed light of eyes--
Sees, as if penetrates all secrets
All tricks sneaking - unfair cunning-
Unbearable boldness ;
Let that unwinking gaze be stopped
The lone terrible smile, scentless sorrow.
Yet in his youth, as if he was ‘Atlas’
The apple of hunger is another's morsel
Frenzy ability to time-pass,
Sorry - to manage the task.
Exactly the minutes' respect—
Stay with a lump of food.
Oh - the youths are as good as dead
Living like a corpse :
As we all may be like the children-
Sometimes steadily fluent
When opened the door bolt-
The chain remains...
By the scratching of time, alert
Hesitancy wavering doubt –
Grows the invisible veil —
The nature's pure light,
No one is a child.
Oh Jesus, whom you have forgiven,
They don’t know what they have done
That disciple is selfish, mean, greedy, and dishonest
Others are blind like Satan
Collapse the naughty cry --
O’Lord, this punishment is hellish,
Does not bring peace in the soul-
We are not children
No baby ever cries.
Is it then in the throes of cognition, an outburst of emotion?
In the heart, in the mind, in the light of tears-laughter?
Happiness and sorrow comforts in success and failure ;
Accumulated knowledge more than money –smart,
Gradually in the developed body limbs are fit
Lips, nails, tongue, teeth are fine
Dependent on sordid thoughts,
Living on hatred up to the throat
Manner-less dress and regular suicides
Monotony tired, so even
Pleasure changes its form –intelligence,
The comfort of a little tobacco smoke,
The comfort of feeling flavors of time,
This is the price of a lifetime.
Let be ever long all play,
All elements of satisfaction –
The gap is for dreaming and watching.
The daily sweeping and filling of lowlands,
Soil that frozen
After doorframe is ill-omen
And in the heart, thy Lord,
In the play, regret, repent,
In our dialogue, our senses moan in surprise,
That truly we cry, the child never cries :
In the power of happiness, as if never floated,
Paralyzed tears or salted sweat – not lust
Abundant scarcity- the innocent is responsible ;
Only the lack seems to be endless
Suddenly, only happens when the old wisdom teaches
As if illegible simple funny :
It’s a body- and you - a corpse only
It doesn't matter as far away from all worldly things—
Requiring nothing simply no need to caring
bare faith engrossed in mere bliss—
Those who live to make expression :
Do not place metal jug without worship,
The bell rings only with a plate of bell metal -
There is no life without lifestream-
Death is a must– of course necessary-
Blessed with the power of increasing ever-flowing
Drinking nectar and poison from the same vessel,
The real God is revealed unbound the time lyrics,
Some relations are deep diamonds in the center
And that sense to extend the eternal human living-
Nature life -the singing icon.
By Sukhendu Parui
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