ASHOHAI

Ekta khali bus-e uthe-
Giye boslam janalar dhare.
Kichu somoy pore hotat bhirer moddhe-
Ekta gaan kane elo bheshe,
Koi? kothao to dekhte pelam na kauke?
Obshshe ekta choto cheler opor chokh pore-
Konthota chilo sei baloker.
Chera jama tar porone-
Mukhe fute uteche koto moner betha,
Hai! koto osompurna ichcha.
Gaan geye kichu poisar jonyo haath bariye dewa-
Aar somajer bhodro lokeder sei cheletake firiye dewa.
Dekhe amar khub koshto hoi,
Sei goriber dukkhe amar kanna pai.
Je boyeshe tar kora uchit odhyon(porasuno)-
Sei somoye se bus-e bus-e kore gaan,
Koi? keu to tader jonyo bhabhe na?
Tader sahajyo korte chai na,
Kanoiba tara ato obohelito?
Sara jibon ki tara thakbe pirito?
Era ki sara jibon thakbe rastar dhare?
Aar bus-e bus-e bhikka korbe?
Eder oboshtha ki kokhono hobe na bhalo?
Ke dekabhe eder notun alo?
Cholo amra sobai mile kori cheshta,
Tader jogan di bachar notun ichcha.

MY FIRST POEM (written on 30.5.2002)

IMAGINOR

I wish ! I wish! I wish!
I was the President-
With the Rashtrapati Bhavan as my residence-
With lots of famous people to meet-
And lots of delicacies to eat-
Reducing my country’s problems to zero-
And becoming a national hero.

I wish I were a pilot,
And fly planes so high,
Listen with the headphones,
High up in the sky.
But oh! That’s not possible,
Because I wear a spectacle!!

Then I would opt to be a cricketer-
Turning down McGrath’s glare,
With lot of guts-
And keeping my mouth shut.

Although all these are only thoughts-
And problems are to be fought-
I wish one of the dreams become realistic,
That would make my life fantastic.
Oh! I wish! I wish! I only wish!

READ IT TO FIND IT OUT FOR YOURSELF!!

A PERFECT DATE

It was fourteenth of February-
Oh! the evening was so lovely,
I thought the evening would be great,
She would be my perfect date.
I thought how would be the bonding?
For this I really needed some thinking.
Will there be good affinity?
And what about its continuity?
I am really concerned about the stability-
Because that is real test of ones capability.
Why is there such an attraction?
Is she my destination?
It was seven in the evening-
I was eager about our meeting,
There she was right on the bed,
All dressed in white and red.
I picked her up in my hand,
And kept looking at her face,
I hope she stays for the entire night,
As I am amused by her sight.
She meant a lot to me-
So I could not let her flee.
At last I unvieled the mystery-
I understood the basic concepts of "Organic Chemistry"!!!

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE POEMS

AM I A TERRORIST????

Here is an autobiogrphical poem of Omar Abdullah Saif,
Repenting at the last moment of his life:
"One day-
When out came the sun,
I was made to run,
I thought it was just for fun,
But then he gave me a gun.
I was only five with nobody to guide-
I thought the teachings to be right,
I could not understand the motive ,
Soon I became very aggressive.
With an ambition of being a reformist-
I at last became a terrorist.
I started playing with blood-
And making it flow like flood.
At last I realised my crime-
Alas! I was way behind time.
At this moment I am going to be hanged-
Only because of someones cruel hand.
But I still believe I am not a terrorist,
I was forced to be terrorist.

MY FIRST PUBLISHED POEM

THE CLASSIFICATION OF MAN

Look at the end of the lane,
But with nobody for him to care,
And nobody with whom he can share.
Because he is a mere beggar-
A help to whom is rare.
Whereas when the boy in the big flat-
Rich plump and fat-
Got a minor cut on his ankle,
Out came father mother and uncle,
The father cried! the mother cried!
Until the tears of their eyes dried.
At last to find it be a prank-
Played by their dearest son Frank.
Why is their none to care for the beggar?
And more than enough for the richer?
Why is their such a distinction?
Who made this inhuman classification?
Because all are same and equal-
In front of the eyes of the one and all-
"THE ALL MIGHTY GOD".