FROM MY WINDOW

In between the window grills,
is the outside world as I see.
Birds on wires beside curtain frills,
screeching without looking at me.

Beside the curry leaf tree,
that out of nowhere steadily grew.
Thus, scampering boldly and free,
feeding on crumbs that someone threw.

Raining dew drops that the leaf holds,
while picking on insects lying below.
Merrily it moves along grassy folds,
spreading its wings in sunshine mellow.


Prasenjit©1997-2017

CANDLE IN THE WIND

Be it a bolt from the Heavens,
or a fierce North wind truly cold.
Be it a hideous call of ravens,
or a hellish wrath seemingly bold.

What can an oil lamp hereby do,
with the mild flame hitherto flickering?
It holds on with blue and yellow hue,
against all odds with silent roaring.

Be not a fire that dies in rain,
but a tiny flame keeping up the fight.
The faith, hope will not perish in vain,
but show the path with Honour and Might.


Prasenjit©1997-2017

MOSES AND RAMESIS

Long before the Bible, history say,
the time of Pharaohs and Hebrew slaves.
Strong and powerful as they may,
one a king and the other was for knaves.

Hand-in-hand together they fought,
while many regimes before them fell.
None disobeyed them, they dare not,
days were like years, with tales to tale.

With time, ego, deceit they separated ways,
one soared higher, the other a common man.
On throne in pride and blinded in gaze,
in God's wrath he fell in more ways than one can.

While with the Hebrews the other man rose,
upon whom even the Angels would truly moan.
Moses went to promised land, the story goes,
while Ramesis the proud perished on his throne.


Prasenjit©1997-2017