TWO POEMS BY PARTHA PRATIM MAJUMDER





PERSON

My babychild of three.
Soft... warm... dreamy...
Bunch of curly locks
Fluffy cheeks
And innocent smile
Dear, very dear....
He builds fort with sand
My manuscript - He tears
His one footstep to Barbie
The other to Teddy Bear
Tell me, son!
How do you know me from that world unknown?
How did you land up here and from where?
Where were you, when I was a boy of nine?
Was it heaven or universe, you did belong?
Were you the same one
or someone
I dare to recognize?
One day I shall be reaching seventy-nine
Where will you be then?
On the same planet - but with your own bloodline
Maybe sipping tea with me - distantly
Maybe - dropping a letter or a phone call
From across the land of opportunity
But your baby soul Remains....
Soiled cheeks... Holy eyes...
Deep Sleep, half open fists
And Tiny footsteps...
Tuk... Tuk... Tuk... Tuk...
Towards giant manhood
To be an unknown man
An unknown person
That what the fathers redefine per day per son!!!


RAINDANCE

The sun has taken the back seat today -
As the sky is pregnant with dark clouds.
Spurred by the trauma at farthest bay
The air breathes heavily with dust around.
The stance of heat is changing
Giving way to the cool atmosphere.
No need of artificially arranging a Raindance
as natural event is here.
First rain kisses the fresh lemon leaf.
The lover misses the appointment at five.
Rain unleashes the rein of tears.
The city dishes out a submerged archive.
The land bears so much of pressure and pain.
Water goes sticky with contamination.
Unthinkable purity in bottle, poured down by rain.
Runs the cycle of resonant celebration.

Partha Pratim Majumder

You may e-mail Partha at pratim_in@yahoo.com