If a Child Asks Why

Maligned and mouthed, a spirit so hurt-
Aspiring death  from a moment's life,
Too torn and rattled to accept a survive.

People pine ; in the dusty space we build to live-
Society that snatch and thief-
A mother left by the road ,
Her child clutching  to her breasts;
Hungry in heat, drenched to the skin
Not from the rain, but from the splash as the cars pass-
We watch, we trod and never show a heed-
Would we be the same had it been our kid?

Yards away on a cozy bed
Couples make love, screams and sigh ;
Never in the mind if the child asks why
They gave him a life in a world full of cry.

                                                       Arindam Roy Chowdhury

lost in a summer day

Life is long and that's not a lie.
Over the vast ocean that connects the gates;
Sails the ship we try and steer,
Tossed and tipped and still we bear.

Inches for we fight in the name of glory,
Numb in mind and we still don't worry;
After the path we're destined to cross -
Ship is gone and the life is lost.

Unhooked form flesh, souls that are scratched,
Marked in crimes in life we've hatched , (are)
Molded in heat and flares reach earth ;
Engulf the sins that prevent the mirth.

Rattled in thoughts , ken blurred in grief;
Drafts my mind in search of peace.
Above in the sky 'cross the 'verse-
     a life in bliss, why ain't ours?
Yonder the line where blues they meet-
     we hope for the water come and quench the heat.
                  
                                                                        Arindam Roy Chowdhury  




summery:
here the author sits in a summer day and gets lost in his imaginations. life is as if a journey through a sea that has to be crossed from one gate to another ie birth to death. in life we struggle continuously for even little bit of advantage and comfort often in the name of glory but we forget that after life  the souls have to repay for the sins they have been marked for committing in their lives. belief says souls are pained in flames for purification. the poet imagines that the mankind does so many injustices to others that the burning flames as if reaches earth and the summer comes. also the summer is as if also a mean to burn out the sins in us. the poet in this context sighs and envies some other form of life way beyond the stars that is just and blissful and lastly hopes that a day will come when our sins will be charred out through sufferings during the summer and rain will quench the heat.