Volume 4 Issue 2, June 2020
Special Issue for Indian Poetry
The Story of a Cursed Orion
One after the two, two after three
Then one huge adaptation,
I am like a fast flowing river,
With the sound of every drop of water,
We can wake up our nerves and volatile calculations. It's not a story,
Ignoring the current of frozen memories,
Today the firefly burns in my new moon,
As I came across the heated shelf,
I can feel cold.
Look up at the sky
The flame of radiance is blazing,
Familiar hands are merging with each other.
One nostalgic intention pervades all family, friendship, And love.
Yet suddenly, if the scales of the equation
Tilted to one side ,
Maybe the memory will be erased,
Then you will not remember me,
All that remains will be
The flickering heartbeat of this poem.
Look at closely, My dear,
It is actually the gray skeleton of a cursed Orion.
Lots of tunes to organize today
Slightly recognizable voice,
With the first sound of the leaves
The unknown bird feels first bear fever.
Walking One afternoon through the opposite way
Anonymous sun of the wishing wings,
I found happiness spreads across the window.
Life or livelihood
Whatever the delirium,
You can make me feel busy
But the character dialogue gets long life.
I saw with disoriented eyes
Every day in the pale sky,
The rainbow stays in the dewy grass.
Look at the stains on the glasses.
Dusty roads at the mouth of old age
It's sound Chaotic,
I'm really very cheap.
Let's break the memories and share.
When in Nature
Huge banyan trees are busy with playing cards,
Hands on my cheeks in the middle of the running train.
Kingfishers are immersed in hiding
The shade of the sun,
The cows rejoice at the touch of the green grass,
Rows of date palms greeted on the way to raw road
The peaceful sleep of the snails clinging to the algae,
I just wonder why nature is so bright?
There is no makeup box manipulation,
Magic in the light of the firefly shining again during the night.
My eyes were a little obsessed with peace,
But in the course of time, there is a strong mechanical effect
I did not notice when the station came,
Through the unfinished dream I saw a lot,
The color of nature was quite beautiful
Waking up in a dream I saw the future.
The corona free nature.
About the poet
Masud Bora is a 4th year student of West Bengal University of Animal and Fishery Sciences. He lives in Purba Bardhaman, West Bengal.