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  SAMBIDHAN ACHARYA (1986-12-21)
 
 
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  5.     

The Flowers of May

How dare the bee touch you?
How dare the air make you shake?
How can anyone pluck you?
And make you cry through droplets.
I fight all the month for them, who touch, pluck and shake you,
The different colours you possess is greater than any rainbow,
Your fragrance is billions time sweeter than the perfume of Arabia,
Even the ambrosia cannot be sweeter than the droplets of water from your petal.
Rose, Lily, Jasmine, Lotus all are so darling name,
Special name than any girls I see around,
The quality in you can be never compared,
Even that life less wind is your slave.
You are so sincere that after you germinate full,
I can woo a girl giving you as token,
After you come in bunch it’s a great wedding gift,
You come as garland to welcome and forbid,
This is not only the quality in you,
You are even medicine for many diseases,
The city is seemed beautiful due to you,
Even the nature laughs to its full when it finds you,
So far all have known you and have lot of respect for you,
But for me you are the darlings which glow in May, “The Flowers of May.”
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 

   
   
 

  6.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  7.     

Mother

I asked God, “Do you respect someone”,
He nodded his head and yes, it’s with you was his reply,
I asked even the devils, “Do they fear from some one”,
He too nodded his head and said, yes, it’s with you was his reply.

I went further, and asked to a murderer,
Do you have faith on someone?
Do you speak truth to someone?
He said yes, it’s with you was his reply.

I asked to myself that how the thing that every one respects is with me,
I thought for a while and thought about anyone who have protected me so far,
Only the one who can create and has habit to give,
I got an answer from the inner core of heart, mother is her name

She is the only creator even the creator of god too,
She is the one with who even the devil fear,
Even the most treacherous in the world speaks truth to her,
She has only one habit it is to protect if other external tries to affect her child.

She is the only one who makes her son to play life safely,
She knows only to give not to take,
She is also with me with you and everyone around,
She is a word which describes her feature,
She is a mother.
 
Sambidhan Acharya
   
 

   
   
 

  8.     

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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