SECOND HOOGLY BRIDGE

As a passenger, I occasionally crossed this bridge

In public bus, with curiosity and fondness in heart,

It comes into my mind to walk down this bridge

With fun, as boyish fun, to view the city

On the river with calm mind, to breath in Kolkata air,

The large space would be highly pleasant resolved

Sense of life, that busy and clumsy city gets some

Freshness inside, and monotone syndrome gets

Relief from relentless running for shirt-button cage

And rubbing hands upon routine workloads,

The way we always quest for living, run on road,

I am not so far as, of my staying, from the bridge.

Hoogly’s bridge has no trick over its passengers

And cannot ask for blood, except eerie riders or

Bus drivers get their return, accidents are fateful

Prey, on every occasion, the bridge is silent.

I guess what fate and rough worldly sin it has

Observed and would witness with moving events

Upon it, of course, of happenings in Kolkata,

One day while passing on it, I remember,

I was accompanied with one nearest relative.

He had to move for dialysis of diabetic kidney failure

He only said, “How is the bridge looking in its vastness?”

He couldn’t seat on bed in the moving ambulance,

So weak he was, while he was taking 84th

Dialysis, it was his quest and jest on the earth.

I made a sincere reply, it seemed my words

Not satisfying him and he heaved a deep sigh.

I looked at the crowded buses and vehicles

And the sun just takes a peep from the cloud,

The virtue and the venture make satire of existence. 

THE CRESCENT MOON

At the sun-set time,

My mind imparts with woes of life,

That begins with surgery

For removing stone

From kidney of my wife,

And after one month

Another surgery to be done

For extracting stone from her gallbladder,

And she bears pain

I grieve to her suffering.

My mind changes time to time,

As if some stones are solid with sadness,

I look at the evening sky,

The crescent moon glancing at me violently,

While it is cool with its black and white smiling,

Whispers of love cannot hold humors,

And we are toys of heavenly purposes.

Many times I tried to explain the situation,

Every time I feel loneliness, with pains for her.

She sits in a chair; I am the man on the doorway,

I cannot make her life comfortable,

Others are sitting at the other side of glass,

Thirty two years of married life move to a risk,

The crescent moon is changeable to a full moon,

We are not changeable like the moon,

Colors of the twilight sky may change to crimson red,

We are not hopeful for changes, again we are hopeful. 

THE NEGLECT

She is in the hospital bed

She drinks green-coconut-water

Stones just removed from her kidney.

The surgeon enquired

Whether she took plenty of water,

And moderate food.

She was alone at home

With her grandson,

When parents of little one

Are at their working zone,

She finds no time

To take care of her body and mind.

She forgets to sing, she forgets to look,

She forgets to mingle, she forgets to

Emotionally respond to nutrition.

She falls to nature’s retaliation

She is at her faults,

Stones formed in kidney and in gallbladder.

And the worst has been done

She is at loss of strength,

Very organic formation.

Surgery is done; caught in loneliness,

Her random speed has been broken,

Harvesting moon has no promises in her eyes.