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  SAMBIDHAN ACHARYA (1986-12-21)
 
 

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  1.     

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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Am I dead?

I could not feel the touch,
I could not feel the lust,
I could not feel the fear,
And also the charm.

I am in air,
Flying above all,
I can only see the sobs in my home,
But, I was surprised at them when I see them cry.

I wandering bout what had happened looked above,
A pleasant looking face smiled at me,
Telling to come near him,
Then, I pinched my self and then I knew I was dead.
 
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
   
 

   
   
 

  4.     

OBITUARY

When you were there, all the fantasies were mine
All those stars seemed fetchable,
Even those heavens, I didn’t cared for it,
But from the moment you passed away
All those retrievable facts became unbelievable grief
That grief from which I am still not out.

I remember those days, when you taught me how to walk
Those days, when you taught me my first letter
The days, where you fed me by your hand
And also taught me stand still in my legs
You were the most familiar to me
After your absence that thing rally misses me

Today I can see you presence in the frame
You left without giving chance to share the feeling
I too loved you as much you cared me
Only letter in the newspaper are left now to say
But those letter can be tore and thrown
But my love towards you will never fade

I am very annoyed with you
After your demise
You left all the debtors to hurt my eyes
And also those people who want my freshness
Hate them all
But sake of you has to company them

Everything has been changed since you are dead
All those childish in me has gone is vain
I am talking like a hoarse man
Connecting the files to respond me well
As if you did in the past
But papa I miss there as well

Your ash has so far not got watered
But, your so called friends have consulted me for their matter
Same old money they say all the time
And also for they don’t have words to file
I am waiting for that day again
When I will pay them all and stand for a day in sun

You left me with changing my feelings
You left me to know this world how it is
You left me with now changed firm mother
You left me to know who real friends are
You left me to know the struggle for existence
But these things you could has taught me at your life
No need was there to leave me
Still I love you the same as before
And pay a sincere obituary to you my father
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 
 

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