Poems by Biswajit Chattopadhyay
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1/ My kite my story
My kite resembles a tailored bird Flying high and low in the morning wind Some stories die and remain unheard In the memory of trees or the concrete ruins. When I was young I had failed to fly A tiny kite of one hundred days I knew I was naive and it's worth a try But people said: it's no child's play. The kite for me was like a second chance You hit or miss and you were gone Like London bridge or the tower of France I know my limits till I am dead and done. My story of kite has no sex or crime 'My kite' lies cold in a worthless rhyme.. 2/An angry queen and a book of dreams I saw a stranger sitting on my bed In my book of dreams.. with morbid fear The hope of living a few moonlight years Was marred by the anathema of screaming dead. The malediction followed me like an wounded queen. Without any war of words I felt sick of her While walking in the streets of Feeder Road I took refuge in my bible of dreams. Dreams keep coming with their gates wide open Anybody can sneak in without a mask or shame I am time serving the curse of an angry queen Till I turned back and asked her: What's your name? Life is a miracle if you stifle an ageing queen Walking through the pages of your book of dreams.. |
Dr Biswajit Chattopadhyay is a cardiac physician based at Kolkata for last 40 years. Besides his professional career, he is a writer for many decades writing in Bengali and English language. Among his 23 published work he has been awarded the maiden Bangla Kobita academy puroskar in 2003 for his poetry book Majhe majhe kar kache jabo & Utpal Kumar Basu smriti puroskar in 2019 for his poetry book Shashanker Mrityu nei. He has also edited a few magazines like Kolkata 2000, Paakdandi (Bengali) and Scorpion & Hornbill (English). He is now working on his new fiction and some experimental sonnets in Bengali and English.
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