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Theme: Life

Belle Fatale

Seats of some women distract me so much sometimes
that I am prone to think I am a morbid person.
Not necessarily big bums allure.
It could be otherwise.
Just the hint of a petite persona will turn me on.
How funny, I wonder.
Youth slips;
and before it knows,
whatever has to happen, happen.
How many decisions are conscious?

Legitimate dalliance hardly gets a chance.
It is a blind game of entanglement
devoid of logic and sense;
and relationships become like a dead fish.
Funny is the nature.
Providence does not allow men and women
to be masters of their fate.

Somebody pulls the strings
and we are dolls
not knowing what to do
and how to act.
Meanwhile seats of certain women sometimes disturb me so much
that I have considered myself no more than a morbid nincompoop.


More By  :  Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you. Are you cntributing less these days? I have translated one of your poems (on Mother's day) in Bangla. I might publish it sometime in my philanthropic Bangla poetry magazine. I hope you do not mind.

23-Sep-2011 02:44 AM

Comment it's very well composed!! simply loved reading it!!

22-Sep-2011 12:03 PM

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