PAROMITA MUKHERJEE

 

 

Kaleidoscope

 

In my land, diverse languages hold sway,

Myriad customs swirl in a bright array,

A tapestry of hearts we weave—

In every difference, we still believe.

 

From distant mountain peaks to the farthest ocean shore,

Each voice, each soul, adds more to our core.

Our colours may vary, but our dreams align,

In a shared vision of peace, prosperity, and spiritual shine.

 

We pray in temples, mosques, and shrines,

Each sacred chant and festive lines

Teaches us service to mankind

Hand in hand, we rise and grow,

Through tumultuous storms and raging winds that blow.

We find our strength.

 

In every happiness and woe, our strength we find.

So let us build, not just endure,

A world that’s vibrant, kind, and Pure.

For unity is not one hue—

It permeates every shade

and every soul, be it me or you.

Embracing our differences

Together we can create harmony

Unity in diversity-the absolute truth.

©Dr Paromita Mukherjee

 

Daughter Of The East And West

 

Like a python entrapping a tree

I dig into my history

I am a daughter of the world

A rootless vagabond travelling around

My ancestors, my grandmother told

Sold their souls to the country gold

Beautiful Bangladesh of old

For her freedom, they died over and over

Their bodies were soaked in blood

Trampled by misguided decadence

Hope for a beautiful life and light

Kept despair in abeyance

My forefathers’ memories are cherished

By young and old

In that bountiful land of yore

 

Our nest was built brick by brick

In a land new across the Ganges

Their aching hearts yearning

For their land’s petrichor

Their lives got sucked

Into the humdrum of the new hemisphere

 

New lives, new culture, new identity

Ghoti or Bangal?

Embroiled their lives in new complexity

How does it matter which bit of land

One belongs to

We are bound one-to-one

In collective humanity

 

Days passed, wondering and pining

Their lives were enmeshed in tireless grinding

The new land slowly but steadfastly

Held their hearts in new bindings

 

I am a product of this limitless love

Across the Ganges, rivers and oceans

My soul has travelled in endless motion

The sea in my breast swirls and heaves

The snow slides off my dusty peaks

Emerald green trees tickle my spine

I am a daughter of the East and the West

Beyond man-made border lines

I drop my roots and spread my vines.

This earth is as much yours as mine.

© Dr. Paromita Mukherjee Ojha

 

Note:  Ghoti, also called Paschimbangiya are a social group native to West Bengal

          Bangal is a term used to refer to the people of East Bengal now in Bangladesh

 

PAROMITA MUKHERJEE

 

Dr. PAROMITA MUKHERJEE is a co-author of more than fifty national /International short story and poetry anthologies. Her book of poetry, ‘Sylvan Fragrance’, has been widely appreciated. In recognition of her literary contribution, she has been awarded the Panorama International Literature Award 2023, Women’s Awards 2023, and Global Blooming Talent Award 2025. She has published and presented more than 28 research papers on Literature/HR/ Cultural Studies. She has co-authored two academic books on ‘Entrepreneur's Thinking and Design for Startups’ and ‘HR Analytics’. She has two patents to her credit.