Friday, 6 January 2012


Asim Kumar Paul at International Poetry Fest, 2011, Guntur, India. Photo taken by poet, Dr. Dalip Kumar Khetarpal, on 11.11.2011 


I have come here on my own,
As I love poetry and any activity on it, too.
Only I have a telephone talk with the authority
On 06.11.2011 for reading my poem there,
And I am not contributor of their poetry collection
THE FANCY REALM, edited by
Dr. P. Gopichand and Dr. P. Nagasuseela, both poets, 
The two intelligent masters of organizational capability,
I love them.
I feel honored by their good, charming personalities.

I stay there in well established accommodation,
I eat South Indian delicious foods.
We, with many renowned poet delegates, assemble in a group
On a balcony, from where a new cricket ground is seen,
Lovely green grass grown there, maintained with great care, 
Given shape of a garden, having cricket pitch 
In middle of the shafts of grass,
And I have enjoyed fine morning there sitting on a chair
On the balcony, birds come and go, and 
The sunrays beam softly over the shades of green,
A country life, a beautiful vibrant Indian essence of life,
My journey is good one, and I think I would have missed the charm
If I do not venture alone for the long journey along with seasons.
I am moved. 

When I am requested to read my poem
I feel love and a free mind to tell all my love,
A worthy feeling, to present my words
On a stage, about the life that sings in my heart,
That comes in my mind when I am moving in trains, 
A long way, being it fair way, pertaining a break journey, 
To gain beauty of life, a crystal engrave in my feeling,
That comes in life, in sensation, amused in hearts,
With firmness, with full smile, with beautiful profile sparking in eyes.
I wrap my words with three events that I see on the way,
Small things saved from life’s shifting on event after event,
And I present my poems in series, about open vowel and consonants of life, in complete sentences, a form of duration of life’s existence, 
It is the retrospect and the world space of life, I love it, and I adore it, 
And I love with a loving kiss, taking love in my life’s rhetoric bit. 
-Asim Kumar Paul, 19.12.2011.
Note: This poem is previously posted in Google+, and Facebook, and in another poetry site. Here picture and poem are assembled afresh. 

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