Satyaki Mukherjee
(India)
Vagabond
The byway is to be covered soon
The arrival of moon — reported me.
As I reached the lonely shore
I found its too much to be covered.
Through the ocean, I went again
With nature as my guide
Am I strong enough to sustain my hopes?
And is suffering my only inspiration?
Death does not bother me,
Neither any faith;
What bothers me is what I give
And then what I perceive.
A bird from my Imagination
I want to be a Honey-king bird—
Singing through wild lands,
Crisscrossing camouflaged skies,
Yearning, for fresh nectar,
Migrating over meridians,
Passing fuming deserts,
Resting in shade of heated leaves,
Touching subtle clouds.
Finally I would reach my destination
as an escapist
Preparing
For more in the endless…
Time to Change
In such an inconstant race
Why are we gridlocked?
Why don’t we endeavour for a change?
Let us make a Revolution
To repair this ramshackle mankind
Let us share—
Views, perspectives, resistance
Let us entangle them to perfection
Let hate and sin rest
in the lap of darkness
and sprout into wisdom
Let there be flames of love
Clouds of a unified doctrine.
Let us create cures for dogmas
Let the earth be reshaped.
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Satyaki Mukherjee writes from West Bengal and is a avid reader. Hailing from a family of businessmen, he resides in a countryside in Eastern India, where he is presently compiling his first collection of poems.