SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE

SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE

ONCE I BELONGED

TO A ZAMINDAR FAMILY

Once I belonged to a zamindar family

My father said in our vein there is aristocracy .

Well ! Now we belong to middle class family ,

Nothing more or nothing less from mediocrity.

In one fine morning ,I asked to my grandpa ,

How we are different with others

Nothing special is there in us

Right now we are  just a part of orthodox society .

We lost all ,the riches we had

Something happened due to bad luck

Rest was negligency .

Then why we boast of our legacy ?

Answered his profound voice 

"You asking such questions ,this is your audasity .

To answer such question. I'm not ready

We belong to a zamindar family

In our vein there is aristocracy ."

We don't walk the way all do

In our every gesture there is speciality "

I asked again how come be we maintain all

If embraced by poverty ?

Ego should not be a constraint of our entity .

Some lost their all and scattered

From a joint property we are apart

From now on we should fight  for survival ,

Forgetting all about our ancient property .

Where women are dominated by men

In such a world women pretend to be  happy

They are not allowed to work outside their boundary

And these boundaries are delimited by the family

Women are  respected only for their beauty

Then tell me ! Is it not hypocrisy ?

Yes ! Indeed once I belonged to a zamindar family .

But that's not enough if consider my  identity .

Copyright@

Sumana Bhattacharjee

5/7/2019

WRONG NUMBER

If distracting you not my absence

If everything  around you without me

So very fine and pleasant ,

Then I assume  in your life

There is no value of my presence.

Your gesture telling me

U  you are trying to forget all ,

My question to myself, have you loved me at all?

My untold words want to ask you

Have you kept me in your heart

In that very place?

Or time has changed its colour

And you  made me replace?

But your absence still tortures  me

And your that very words of love

I wish I could leave behind all

And fly like a carefree dove.

I know time is the best healer

But will it be able to remove the scars forever?

I still can remember you said

I will turn your every moment in glee .

Let me tell you, from you love chain

Now I am free .

You know ! Love is a great thing to me

And it's not your cup of tea .

How can I forget you

Like a passing season

I loved you really

But you teach me a unforgettable lesson.

Still I wait for a single phone call

Just to say "It's wrong number

And never call me again

Not at all  !"

Copyright @

Sumana Bhattacharjee

TIMELESS

In the abyss of my mind

In the corner of my heart

There is such a place ,timeless !

The feelings, nobody can replace.

There only resides you and you

Echoes of your laughter,

Ripple of your soft words

That my heart always do care.

In my mind, there is a place ,

Lone and darker than darkest

Sometimes you dispel  it,

With your smile full of grace.

When nobody is around me

You come in my thought suddenly

My imagination talks to you

I remain mute in lieu.

You hold my hand

Take me to an another land

O my imagery ! I wish ! You would come in reality ,

And we would walk hand in hand  .

SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE

SUMANA BHATTACHARJEE is an English poetry and quote writer from India. She born and brought up in city Kolkata in a family of teachers . She has keen interest in music ,poetry and drama . She loves every form of fine arts but  she is most passionate about poetry . She is a published author and her poems have been published in many national and international anthologies ,magazines and blogs . She is the founder of an online poetry group and a member of World Union Of Poets .