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Best Poems From
SAMBIDHAN ACHARYA
(1986-12-21)
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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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GODFATHER’S Swansong
Dusk is near,
Sun is in its setting position,
Darkness is knocking the world’s door
I am heading to the death’s world.
Now I remember my deeds
My mischief in which my mother had hit
That time I left the home
So, today I am crawling to reach the final dome.
My negligence to study has paid off
My interest on the bad deed has paid off,
I had given how many penalty I cannot count,
Yes I can say my death is among them I can shout.
I see all my so called friends lined up
Gazing at me waiting for my death so they can claim my place,
I can see those enemy who in my adolescence, had scolded in my misdeeds
But now I realize them they are my real friends.
I want to be good,
But my best friend bullet has made me a prey,
I want to request almighty please give me a chance
But it’s is just staring me and asking the same question that I have asked him.
Darkness, black, damp that what I see,
Strikes, thunder, these all are punishing me at once,
I now have realized my responsibility,
But now it’s for vain.
Oh! dear I can see no longer I can no longer stand bold
I want to live but the bullet is compelling me to die,
I am gone now but stand with the promise,
If there is another life after death, I will be a good man not godman
Sambidhan Acharya
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IMMORTAL
One day I asked my mother
“Can anyone be immortal? ”
Mother laughed at me and said
“Child it’s only god who is immortal.”
“Why only god? ” when I asked
Mother said. “He creates”.
Then I was determined,
To create something one day and be immortal,
But, I hadn’t made my identity
So, I started first making my identity.
The day, I made my identity
The greed of immortalness evolved again
I started working for my creativity then
Worked, worked and worked all day and nights.
My struggle started yet again,
Then came the day when my songs for identity were not sold
At last the day of laughter came,
My song was recorded and was big hit at once.
Then came the day my dream came true
I realized the greed of immortality on me had been fulfilled,
My song was forever until the existance of human race is there.
Sambidhan Acharya
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What those marriage worth, I am already yours
What those marriage worth, I am already yours
We have marriage by heart not by rituals.
Our marriage is pious then those done by priests
And those other who are eyeing are big fool
Those who tell that I have no right on you
Don’t know that we are lovers by heart
Our children have already started to play
Not those physical children but our love has passed third anniversary.
Is physical marriage bigger then natural?
Even god believes in original heart marriage
Who dare to discard my say can anyone tells me?
If not then why dismay in her physical marriage
I am already husband of yours and you my wife
That crimson in your head, necklace in your neck has not value.
Sambidhan Acharya
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