Have you observed an earthen pot,
out in the shiny sun so hot?
It teaches to value what we got,
and give to those who have not.
Out of soft clay it is made,
the potter's hand smells of it.
Shaped as the Maker did bade,
with imagination and scorching heat.
Like all minds innocent and true,
the clay also takes its form.
Some with love, some with rue,
shapes a human in society's norm.
Some crack, some pots break,
while rest with use carry on.
Some humans are a mental wreck,
and rest leave a mark and move on.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
THE FLUTIST
After the months of spring,
here in my busy hometown.
Joy that colourful fairs bring,
enveloping every trade of town.
I saw a hawker amongst many,
selling flutes of various tune.
Some cost less than a penny,
right in the start of june.
Flute is now a thing of the past,
with bright toys on the show.
The despaired trader knew at last,
it won't be sold as others know.
The music out of bamboo holes,
took birth thru' nimble fingers.
We who strayed apart in poles,
did cast away the peace bringers.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
here in my busy hometown.
Joy that colourful fairs bring,
enveloping every trade of town.
I saw a hawker amongst many,
selling flutes of various tune.
Some cost less than a penny,
right in the start of june.
Flute is now a thing of the past,
with bright toys on the show.
The despaired trader knew at last,
it won't be sold as others know.
The music out of bamboo holes,
took birth thru' nimble fingers.
We who strayed apart in poles,
did cast away the peace bringers.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
ONE LIFE
We all have one life to live,
and not spoil in silly fights.
Not to take but also to give,
and be happy within our mights.
Some complain while having plenty,
while some in scarcity spend a life.
Wasting a lifetime searching bounty,
spoiling happiness on edge of a knife.
A lifetime of hoarded wealth,
is no match for a honest life.
They themselves rob their health,
and kill the soul before ending life.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
and not spoil in silly fights.
Not to take but also to give,
and be happy within our mights.
Some complain while having plenty,
while some in scarcity spend a life.
Wasting a lifetime searching bounty,
spoiling happiness on edge of a knife.
A lifetime of hoarded wealth,
is no match for a honest life.
They themselves rob their health,
and kill the soul before ending life.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
RAIN AND CLOUDS
Looking at the clouds I felt,
high above they peacefully dwelt.
Clouds in different shades of grey,
rains on earth when farmers pray.
Slowly the grey turns to white,
allowing the sun to pass its light.
Like easing grief, the grey lightens,
as above the blue sky brightens.
Some clouds will kiss the earth,
while some will surely sail by.
Rain that in clouds took birth,
to ease farmers will have a try.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
high above they peacefully dwelt.
Clouds in different shades of grey,
rains on earth when farmers pray.
Slowly the grey turns to white,
allowing the sun to pass its light.
Like easing grief, the grey lightens,
as above the blue sky brightens.
Some clouds will kiss the earth,
while some will surely sail by.
Rain that in clouds took birth,
to ease farmers will have a try.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
POSITIVITY
Towards the mountains of passion,
climb so many persons blind.
defeat and despair in succession,
only the tough does never mind!
In the dark valleys of despair,
live persons who are lonely within.
The good and daring - a lovely pair,
live life as it should have been!
Prasenjit©1997-2012
climb so many persons blind.
defeat and despair in succession,
only the tough does never mind!
In the dark valleys of despair,
live persons who are lonely within.
The good and daring - a lovely pair,
live life as it should have been!
Prasenjit©1997-2012
MERRY CLAP
Come together and let us clap,
on merry-go-round take a lap.
The grief of a sobbing chap,
will vanish with our merry clap.
Come together and let us clap,
to erode miseries that fall in trap.
The hope of a sobbing chap,
will emerge from our merry clap.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
on merry-go-round take a lap.
The grief of a sobbing chap,
will vanish with our merry clap.
Come together and let us clap,
to erode miseries that fall in trap.
The hope of a sobbing chap,
will emerge from our merry clap.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
REVENGE
There can be weaknesses many,
of all qualities within a man.
If, of them he does use any,
to show his true self, if he can.
Revenge is a sign of the weak,
destroying the quality of a man.
Forgive others and be meek,
to show power within, if he can.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
of all qualities within a man.
If, of them he does use any,
to show his true self, if he can.
Revenge is a sign of the weak,
destroying the quality of a man.
Forgive others and be meek,
to show power within, if he can.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
REFLECTIONS
From day to night time unfurls,
as the sun behind horizon curls.
Circles once and comes again,
and proves nothing goes in vain.
The beating of drums tell,
that a war is raging on.
Some with times stood or fell,
and some in tides forever gone.
Now remains - a deserted stream,
that marks track in only sands.
The enlightened travel with a dream,
on the way making faithful bands.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
as the sun behind horizon curls.
Circles once and comes again,
and proves nothing goes in vain.
The beating of drums tell,
that a war is raging on.
Some with times stood or fell,
and some in tides forever gone.
Now remains - a deserted stream,
that marks track in only sands.
The enlightened travel with a dream,
on the way making faithful bands.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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