Banga Bhawan by Kumud Biswas SignUp
Boloji.com

Channels

In Focus

 
Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Opinion
Photo Essays
 
 

Columns

 
Business
Random Thoughts
 
 

Our Heritage

 
Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
 
 

Society & Lifestyle

 
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women
 
 

Creative Writings

 
Book Reviews
Computing
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Memoirs
Quotes
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop
 
 
Theme: Places Share This Page
Banga Bhawan
by Kumud Biswas
Bookmark and Share
  I had been to that deadly city
In sunless December cold ---
Sleepy before sundown the deserted roads
Lined with ghostly trees and haunted steads
Not a single soul abroad ---
I felt myself desolate and completely out of place
Where the infantile regent holds his demented court
With his courtly cronies and jesting clowns
The freshly severed head of a fool
Fallen from grace in momentary whim
On public display
Reminding others not to grow too bold
To threaten the jealously guarded throne
And in the dark dungeon the regent’s next of kin
With eyes gouged out in agony groans
In the hushed harems the eunuchs and omraos –
Those adventuring birds of similar feathers –
Constantly conspire for a coup
To plunder more and for a bigger booty
In its midst, by that parlour of perversity,
Outwardly poor you modestly stand
Banga Bhawan, my home away from home,
Rich in love, compassion and care
To welcome me warmly in your motherly arms
In that outlandish macabre world.

Share This:
August 06, 2003
More By: Kumud Biswas
Views: 1090      Comments: 0




Name *
Email ID
 (will not be published)
Comment *
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill the above code for verification.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1999-2019 All Rights Reserved
 
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder
.