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Best Poems From
SAMBIDHAN ACHARYA
(1986-12-21)
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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
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My Love
At the time of trouble who will help me,
Not only giving pennies, but also using words of sympathy.
At the time of laughter who will laugh more than me,
Not only sharing laughable word but by also encouraging my happiness.
At the time of sorrow who will console me,
Not only by giving words but also actively involving in it.
At the time of cherish moment who will share cheer with me,
Not only by showing teeth but also teaching not to over do anything in cheer.
At the time of misguidance who will guide me to brightness,
Not only using inspiring words but also pulling out from misdeeds,
At the time of my great heights that will say ‘Don’t get away with it.’
Not only saying it but also sees I don’t misuse it.
At the time of my death who will be holding my hands and consoling,
Not only shading tears but also leading my family after my demise,
At the time of my family’s upbringing that will show them lightening path,
Not only by showing the right path but also guiding me to safety.
That person will be my real supporter, who is my dearest.
And that is the one to whom, I love.
Sambidhan Acharya
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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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Search For Pleasure
I went to the Everest summit,
I went down to the bottom of the sea,
I went even to the extreme end of the Earth,
But could not find the pleasure I desired.
I worked at the administrator in vain,
Working as a slave too went to vain,
Even sailor job didn’t paid me,
I thought of carpenter’s one that too didn’t helped me.
I decided to be gone to extreme cruelty,
But could find no pleasure there too,
I worked for the charity too,
But could not my search pleasure there too.
I went to great persons and also to god,
No one could satisfy me what I was looking for,
Now I have come to you for the same thing,
Will I get pleasure in your home too.
Sambidhan Acharya
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