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Best Poems From
SAMBIDHAN ACHARYA
(1986-12-21)
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When I met a widow mother
I met with a widow mother,
Her eyes was searching for some one,
I feared whether it was her son, to whom I shot,
But shooting was the only order I followed,
I didnt knew who was he,
If I would know my single bullet could kill four,
Than I would never obey the order,
Four! Dont get surprised its he, his mother, wife and daughter.
Can I get out of this sin I asked to myself in vain,
Coz' I knew its the only thing I was taught,
But, I could serve them, throughout my life,
But, halted my feet because I too have family waiting in the grounds.
Weep was heard when I posed near,
Tears from eyes could be seen as my bonus of the order I had followed.
I slowly handed his mother her son's corpse,
She in trembling voice inquired me,
'Is my son a terrorist? '
I could see the answer she wanted to hear,
So, risking my post I uttered
'No, madam, he was a great hero of the country.'
Sambidhan Acharya
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A faux pas
When she came near and said me, 'I love you.'
I disposed her proposal laughing,
She walked away and then left me,
I knew she was my best of friend,
But I never thought about her so.
After she left, I realized her importance,
Her encouragement when I was at my lows,
Her consolation when I was in sorrow,
And her support at my needy times,
It was then I realized actually I loved her.
I was deliberate to see her and confess my feeling,
Few years later she came to meet me,
I looked at her charming and ever beautiful
But, then I saw her with her charm husband
Then I realized that was my biggest a faux pas.
Sambidhan Acharya
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CRISIS
People are killing each other for few pennies,
Hunger has caused it so,
Life has been as cheap as a stone lying by,
The cause is crisis,
Crisis has been that disease which no one can escape.
Women are selling their body at dinners rate,
Value of them as an idol has gone,
Now they are known by the name prostitute,
The cause is crisis,
Crisis has been that fear from which no women can escape.
Young aspiring people are engaged in drugs,
Those who are not in drugs are swimming in the pond of alcohol,
Frustration is clearly seen on their face,
The cause is crisis,
Crisis has been the cause due to unemployment.
Crisis has affected everyone, and is everywhere,
The world is going inhuman due to it,
Will there be day when it might get over,
And all the people will be free from fighting it.
If God, gives me the right to use his mightiness for a day,
I will certainly remove the word crisis, which humans fear.
Sambidhan Acharya
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Solitary Reaper
I was passing by the hills,
Suddenly, I saw a reaper sing,
He was humbling a tone,
Anyone who could pass by.
I stopped in a lane to listen what he song,
I could hear a gentle voice with a folk tone,
Reaping and harvesting the crop he sang,
A note that could be clearly we can understand.
I then concentrated on his song,
The pain, the sorrow and cheer all of them could be clearly found,
As his sickle was bending while cutting crops,
His notes grew deeper and deeper in my heart.
My horse gave a hint to move and go,
But, instead I decided to listen all that his voice delivered,
I decided to hear the remaining notes too,
Which was as clear as the skylarks tone?
As the end notes came near, I pulled my horse and stared,
His piercing numbers were breaking the silence of the wind,
He was singing the sung pure than the water,
He was telling the truth clear than from where the glass could be seen.
What I thought was the end of the song,
Was actually the beginning and he went on,
His folk were heard even more clearly,
But, I could not wait more, so, decided to move silently.
Few days later, I landed there again,
I wanted to hear his remaining note,
But could not find him nearby,
Still his songs were going through my ears when I passed by.
Sambidhan Acharya
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