Pulakkumar Ditti Poems

Thoughts clear, mind bare,
The articulate, outspoken
Daughter of Tagore's land
Is pushed into the desert of despair.
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The flower withstands the heat
and dust of the day;
wrath and blows of the storm.
Tired and exhausted in the evening.
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My poetry is lost somewhere in
the din of selfish shouting;
bitten by greedy and spiteful
teeth of earthly craving.
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Shakuntala, let me confess,
Miserably I fail to compose
A poem on you.
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Oh! My dream-sweet girl.
Irresistible I am today,
to meet, to see, to feel you.
But the Distance! The enemy No.1
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The inculpable, lotus-eyed dainty damsel,
An invaluable creation for agog aesthete.
Stripped from the flowery region of the universe,
And placed in the mel-harmonic gamut,
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Pain runs riot all over my body.
Thousands of poisonous leaches
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(The poem was written after Mother Teresa left for her heavenly abode. Hearing the news of her demise the poet got emotional. He sobbed, then cried in a solitary room. A few days later, he translated his impulse into words) .

The loftiest temple of solace supreme,
The loveliest centre of pilgrimage
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I build an edifice of hope,
furnished with details
of art and love;
ready to open the
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Bright days of emotions are over.
Stops the Love Express.
Arrives the time to part.
Chink on the path.
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