Uma
The Kans grass
swaying in the balmy breeze
We await her
arrival with bated breath
Parijat’s
lingering aroma increases in degrees
We capture its
essence in the teasing breeze
Daughter of
Bengal
Would be home
soon
With her she
might bring a boon
To eradicate the
pestilence once for all
She is Durga,
she is Kali
She is
everything pure and holy
A destroyer, a
protector, a nurturer
Tender as a
mother feeding her nectar
To me, she is a
beloved mother
She has always
been the reason of our laughter
For these ten
days
We breathe, we
live for her
And I would
choose to do this till my dying day
I might have
left those by lanes of Kolkata behind
But those sepia
tinted memories do bind
The woman of now
with the girl left behind
Whenever I am
with Uma, I regain peace of mind
I am waiting
with hope for my beloved mother
This year she
would help us rediscover
New bonds with
mankind
Greed, avarice
would not make us blind
She would be our
guide
If we put all
differences aside
Walk together
hand in hand
Across seas,
ocean, and distant land.
©Dr. PAROMITA MUKHERJEE OJHA
Joys Of Solitude
The Clock
ticking reminds me of the times gone by
I wish I had
sooner said ‘goodbye’
I wish I could
let past pain bleed from my eye
I wish it would
have been less of ‘YOU’ and more of ‘I’
Years have flown
by
I now look into
the mirror with eyes dry
I am learning
again to try
To let my
gossamer dreams spread their wings
Before I sign
out from life and say final goodbye
I wish to learn
to fly
It’s been a
long-cherished dream
To glide through
distant azure realms
The golden
gilding of the sun
Makes my soul
want to run
To embrace the
golden rays through paragliding
To shimmy with
the stars in daylight hiding
I wish to travel
the length and breadth of my country
Bury my pains in
nature’s bounty
I wish to
retrace my steps of my life’s journey
Scrape the sham
of ‘YOU’ and ‘ME’
I wish to
re-emerge as phenomenally ‘I’
Therein would my
happiness lie.
©DR. PAROMITA MUKHERJEE OJHA
City Life
My fagged-out
brain fails to generate output
Check your
facetime -productivity alarming
This is a
factory floor
Every second
need to be accounted
Else see the
door
Why does life
have to start on the wrong foot
Slog day in and
day out
Survive like
maggots in jhuggis and chawls
Even a bucket of
water generates unholy brawl
Feeding those
fledglings at home
Seems an ugly
jest
Surviving in
this ruthless city is a daily jiggery-pokery
Dignity for
human life seems like a mockery
Rich become
richer, poor destined for lifelong drudgery
Sweat and toil,
moping, groping, retching, belching
No roads lead to
recovery
Of lost sanity,
lost vanity, lost humanity
March head on
amongst the marauding hordes
Admire the false
beauty displayed on bill boards
Wish, sigh,
sweat and cry
No matter how
much one tries
Spreading those
war-torn wings on the blue sky
Is a dream too
distant to hold by.
Life goes on
across two boundaries
The educated lot
Who flock to
fancy shores to get permabanned
While the lowly
souls grind and attain black hands
Live it or leave
it, pray one day fate you might outwit
Happiness would
no more be contraband
Strive to rise
against the tide, strengthen your pride
Maybe then maybe
fickle destiny would be at your side
©Dr. Paromita
Mukherjee Ojha
PAROMITA MUKHERJEE OJHA
Dr PAROMITA MUKHERJEE OJHA: Delhi,
India. -A voracious reader, passionate painter/crafter, philanthropist. A
participating author/poet of more than thirty national /International short
story and poetry anthologies. Winner of multiple literary contests.
Participated and presented more than 21 research papers on Literature/HR/
Cultural Studies. Book of poetry titled ‘Sylvan Fragrance’ available on all
major online platforms.
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