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  SAMBIDHAN ACHARYA (1986-12-21)
 
 

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  1.     

Am I a Mannequin?

When, I was young but, useless,
I use to look at those mannequins in the market,
Standing still and posing the clothes that its masters make it wear,
Then, I would see myself,
And see that I even haven't learned to stand in my legs,
So, I am wearing the clothes that I am bought to wear,
Then, I would look mannequin and me
And gaze both wondering who is who?

I am a chairman today, in a big company,
Again I go to the shop,
I could see those mannequins in different place,
It changes its position as per masters will,
Family, friends and my other relatives are using my power,
I am being commanded by them,
Today again I find I am the same,
And stare at mannequin and me and think who is who?
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 

   
   
 

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Museum of Culture

Preserving the culture has been like the tusk of mastodons,
This is only suitable for preserving in the billiard balls,
Sustaining the culture has been like the extinct saber truth,
That is only suitable for experimental use.

Other customs are influencing on the real ones,
Like Mongols of east, east culture is ruling west,
And, as barbarians of west, west cultures have come to east,
So, preserving it has been a museum’s job.

In the show case of museum our tradition is seeing the change,
Youth are busy copying other’s tradition,
All are getting puzzled in culture,
Can’t we once again retain our own ethnicity?
The clear answer I hear is ‘no’.
Thanks to Museum of culture which is dong it.
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 

   
   
 

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The Casino

Casino is the place when one is robbed the other celebrates,
Money and money is seen everywhere,
Cards smoke and alcohol can be named casino,
Which is lightened everyday.
Is it like life?
One day we are also happy the other day gloominess surrounds us,
We are also running after money, same as casino,
Betrayal, deceive is what life nowadays is named,
Due to which no light is left.
But, the truth remains the same,
Like in casino, the owner, the creator never loses they always win.
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 

   
   
 

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Tricky Love

I trow in truth ness,
But ye scolded me,
I confessed, it to ye,
But ye scolded me.

I contemplated had I told something wrong,
I just jotted ye, that he flirted thy ye,
But, she in moan, scolded me.
I asked in dilemma what was it she was irate with me,
O'er and o'er again I asked in confusion, 'Have I said u wrong? '

Demur, decline, irate whatever does ye,
I remain in my words constant,
But why ye irate with me?
I inquired her, she in scorn said me, that she knew it.
But not wanted to hear from me,
I asked why?
Ye again got angry and said ye loved me,
I declined her words; she slapped me,
Once again I realized that girls never make mistake in love,
Once she knew that the fellow flirted her,
And now she knows thy loves her.
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 
 

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