IMMORTAL

A mother's wrinkled skin and weak eyes -

looks on at the porch, disbelieving all lies.

Gave birth to a 'lion', her lifelong treasure -

he was her entire world beyond measure.

To shield from evils tied him an amulet -

a mother's eternal love, lest none forget.

While her son wielded gun and sabre -

a mother's prayer overcame mental labour.

While he kept gunning, kept on trying -

others were no more - lifelessly lying.

Staggering, stammering onward he tread -

he returned home to his mother, but dead.

When hero fell there was smoke still -

life's battle was lost but he won the hill.

Bravery, courage would forever rhyme -

somethings are eternal, flowing in time.

That's how golden wombs send men away -

they would be no more while others stay.

Martyrs are born when soldiers die -

'All perishes in time, is just another lie'.

©PRASENJIT

SOMETHING

Remove fears, wipe away tears if there be -

help someone to grow, through their mind.

Our life passes steadily in seconds we see -

I just want to leave a bit something behind.

The walls we have built, dust on the mirrors -

break those shackles, let us come and bind.

Put an end to dreams rising out of horrors -

I just want to leave a bit something behind.

All races holding each other below the sky -

living together happily, to each other kind.

It's not hard to do I know, till end I will try -

I just want to leave a bit something behind.

Wipe out the canvas soaked in red hue -

Stop stabbing! There's boon in being kind.

Let us turn a new page, let us start anew -

I just want to leave a bit something behind.

©Prasenjit

NIGHT AND DAY

From far off where the roads bend,

the sun peeps behind horizon to all.

Work of the daylight is now put to end,

before the stars shine with nightfall.

The sun never stops like the heartbeat,

while time rolls like waves of the sea.

Time - 'working timely' with no retreat -

no rest, just looking forward to flee.

The tussle of night and day moves on -

with gift of warmth ending at night.

As the light rolls, darkness is gone -

others welcome sun with all their might.

©Prasenjit

THE FORTRESS DOOR

I have stood for long, a long time 

and have seen centuries pass me by.

Memories keeps ticking like clock's chime

and I relieve those with a smile and sigh.

I have seen many a war and raging battle -

cannons blazing, swords clashing with shields.

Thunder, storms couldn't make me rattle -

seen martyrs born on the bloodied fields.

Mother blessed their lions off to war -

wives, daughters, sisters did the same.

Echo of undying spirit heard from afar -

while hero fell, glorified was their name.

Unyielding bravery - life after life I did see,

while time couldn't make me rust.

Stuck to a wall, there is pride in me -

though now I am covered with dust.

Elephants, horses took arrows and spears -

wounded though, it did never stop them.

Like their masters, overcame all fears -

now forgotten, but they rose to fame.

I'm adorned in iron and age-old wood -

the hinges like walls always stood tall.

I would be a witness, I know I should -

for centuries of glory, rise or fall. 

I have stood for long and for long I will;

future like the past would pass by me.

Cubs will turn into lions and a void fill;

I was witness to sacrifices and forever be.

Prasenjit©2023

ACT OF IRONY

Isn't it a shameful, bitter, painful irony,
that we cut trees and make our home? 

While we slide past other's life and agony -

tormenting those who there freely roam.

Beauty in wings were there always free,

while we tried to put them in cages.

Taken from motherly branches of the tree

and captivated as slave for long ages.

Roar, growl, trumpet or the shrill hoot

are getting lost behind bars in the zoo.

Grasslands, tall trees may become moot,

while the guilty here is just me and you.

Prasenjit©2023