Hues of morning glory

Bright morning glories,

Adorned fences in my town.

Hues-my mother taught.

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Token

It's been two days
Since the Nor'wester.
Its ferocity left back
As token everywhere-
Broken branches,
Twisted wires.
A bird's feather,
A red dried leaf,
Some broken beads;
Uprooted
from its original place of resting.
Now lie amidst the shrubs
Perhaps a little uncomfortable,
Out of place
In it's new surroundings,
In my garden.

A Stray incident also happened.
The fury of the wind
Had uprooted a roadside tree,
Causing it to fall
On a passing taxi.
The poor driver
Had not even succeeded,
In offering a token resistance.

In his honour,
The city's mayor
Offers some token money
To his wife
To express his condolence.

His grieving wife
Plans to hang a photograph,
Dating back to their day of wedding,
On the bedroom wall.
A token of remembrance
Of the good times spent.

It's been two days now.
All is calm
Till it's time,
For the next storm;
A token of protest by nature
For, it believes,
it is being wronged.

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Passage to Death

Like the pied piper;
His pipe emitting tunes
mellifluous,
Evoking visions,
Life leads us along. 
 
We,on earth,follow;
Intoxicated,
Hypnotized, 
In step with the tune. 
Knowing not where it leads,
Why we relentlessly follow?
 
Then one day
the music stops. 
The trance breaks. 
Excruciating pain takes over; 
Momentarily. 
Then all that is left is
Nothing but
A deafening silence.

#FOWC-Nothing

Mapped out

Inside tiny heads,

Journey mapped out perfectly.

Flock of birds-migrate.

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Going on a Holiday

The current pandemic has put the whole world into a topsy turvy and restricted free movement from one place to another. The other day I was sitting idle and then this yearning to go on a holiday suddenly struck me. The thought of our previous holidays, planning for it and then the process of journeying to the place brought a smile on my lips. I have always loved travel by a train, much more than i do travelling on an aeroplane. Had written this poem on one such holiday, going by the train and listening to the wheels of the train singing to me. 

I hope it brings a smile on your face too. 

Click clack, clickety-clack
listen to the song of my wheels!
Where shall I take you
pray tell me please?
Take me far away from the city,
away from the concrete jungle’s vicinity;
Past miles of open fields,
decked in a carpet of green.
Take me past that unknown village
With huts thatched or tiled.
Where the little boy stares in wonder
at the train speeding by!
Take me past that wooded stretch
With trees a canopy of green.
Where butterflies in daytime flit around
And fireflies at night abound.

Shake-Shake, rock-roll
rest awhile as I speed you away.
O’er the silver mountain brook that
through the hills winds its way.
Toot-toot! I blow my whistle running fast,
The excursion away from chore!
To days full of happiness, relaxation
and memories to keep in store!

 © Goutam Dutta

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#Writephoto Crescent Moon

Forlorn crescent moon;
Inadequate, timorous,
Halted in progress.
Dawn’s hues of gold unveiled.
Darkness behind silhouettes.

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Thursday photo prompt: Crescent #writephoto

Abandoned

A poetic take on a freak accident that had occurred some years back, leaving an impression on my heart.

Luna

He just left;
Suddenly! Swiftly!
In the middle of the night-
When the stars hid behind the cloud cover,
When all was quiet,
When the world,
wrapped in a quilt of the dark night, slept.
They came for him.
Woke him up
Pulled him from his bed
Holding him by the hand
Guided him to the edge!
For an instant it was all dark.
Then, he heard music
And was bathed in the light
Of a brilliant Halo!

The next day his room-mates
found him-
His body,
Which had been abandoned by life!

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A few lines about myself : 
 
Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever and wherever something or someone touches his heart. He lives in Kolkata, India and writes poetry in English, Hindi and Bengali language. He has published two books on English poetry named “Hues of Life” and “Glimpses of…

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