The Asylum
By Ratan DebnathStep in my alter-ego!
This is the healing hut, my oasis,
Prepared for the desired sojourn
Freezing the scattered soul.
Now, open the humane windows,
And let the breezes of jerusalem
Blow on your gory sores
Yearning for early recovery.
Look on the approaching roads
And behold the herds of camels destined,
To carry the Syberian snow
Sucking up the sandy sahara.
Turn left again to see the wavy persimmons
Intending to grind your dialectical dilemma
Into natural tranquility.
Step in for life, step in for love
For the asylum's
Free from violence and treachery.
FIll in the blanks
By Ratan DebnathLike the born-to be-killed,
Man's merely an item
To fill in the blanks.
There are so many blanks to be filled:
His family, his siblings,
His fame, his name
To start with.
Here he finds only wants.
They dazzle like highway glow signs
While walking,
While working,
While travelling,
While thinking.
There's only message in these glow signs
Money matters; and so you're a machine,
Earn more and more.
His family demands nothing else except that
His neihourhood claims only that
His time abuses him failing to get that
His aims and dreams instigate him to eat that fire.
Yet he tries to fill in the blanks;
He boards the boat
With too much burden of promises.
Scarecely does he cross the bay of Time
For he oft faces the tides, coupled with high waves.
So the dream dies as the boat capsizes.
The blanks remains unfulfilled.
When a widow dies
By Ratan DebnathGo thy earthly burden, go
But tell them not-
All are destined to burning beams;
For they'll not to be gay to hear it.
You nurished a dream, not abstract,
A sweet home and a homely husband.
Who does not dream of!
Alas! You're beaten up upright,
You'e been denied of.
Now, you die
Your only son, next to your life, feels relieved.
When your sole husband left you alone,
You just whispered: oh, God, please a rope!
Now the faggots are ready to burn
Your earthly dreams,
That could have been mouled a bit
If venrured, if tried, if, if if.........
