Tears of a Nib

Last night –
I was about to write a poetry;
I held my pen,
opened its cap,
looked at the nib;
I was stunned!
There was no ink,
no letter,
no word,
no sentence,
no punctuation;
It could say nothing.
Just there was crying,
there was sobbing,
there was agony,
there was acute pain.
Also I cried with my pen,
an agent of Suffering Humanity.

 By: Prosenjit Mondal

Song of Aspiration

Sing   Sing   Sing –
We are The Human Being.

Sing for The Fresh day,
Sing for The Bright ray,
Gradually, it will be appearing.

Sing   Sing   Sing –
We are The Human Being.

Take the precautions,
Make your creations,
And stay in your safety-ring.

Sing   Sing   Sing –
We are The Human Being.

Discard the darkness,
Overcome your sadness,
Again we will get back the spring.

Sing   Sing   Sing –
We are The Human Being.

Now,face the truth,
Please wait, Time will give its ruth,
Both evil-good exist in its own swing.

Sing   Sing   Sing –
We are The Human Being.

Let’s come and sing –
We must be ever in our fraternal bonding,
And stop just the self-thinking.

Sing   Sing   Sing –
We are The Human Being.

By: Prosenjit Mondal