THE FAMILY MAN

With a heap of grass on his back,
bundled together in a dirty sack.
His body weighed down,
as he was walking back to the town.
 
All the more he needed money,
for his big family including granny.
Extra money for the doctor’s fees,
suffering from a deadly disease.

A choice between fees and food,
no solution is worth while good.
Gave the members what he can,
after all he was a family man.
 
Gave happiness to the brim,
in turn will devour his dream.
Move forward in a faster pace,
before ending the lifelong race.




Prasenjit©1997-2010

THE RIVER OF HOPE

The river will meander soon,
from one path to another.
Bring out the old soft earth,
drown a different one on the other.

Lives submerged on one hand,
and given birth to another.
A balance of good and bad,
a greenery that we once had.

With the crops the hope dies,
echoing the sky with farmers’ cries
Some die while others go on,
hope in heart from night till morn.

The day is yet to come,
when in summer time it will rain!
The money they piled as treasure,
will give back to the poor again!

Before you throw this paper in a heap,
remember there are promises to keep.
We have seen poverty in paper,
and forgot,

we could have made the world,…
just a little better…

Prasenjit©1997-2010

THE WIND AND THE SUN

The light warmth of the sun,
amidst the cool fresh air.
Tells that good days have begun,
the weak can stand up and dare.

What a day! What a great moment!
Thus, now will end the ages of lament.
Freedom? They know not a great deal,
satisfied with twice a day scanty meal.

Let not the sun calm down,
the wind will not flicker the flame.
Build your will power like a wall,
to shield pride and freedom above all.

Prasenjit©2010