Poems by Moinak Dutta

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Poems by Moinak Dutta

 

 

Lighted motion

 

The evening then had grown just
Into a night of busy traffic,
I was standing at the bridge
Watching how the city sped up , stepping on gas,
Lights flew by like little dots in motion
Weaving threads, fast
The cars plied, on the drive,
The wind came like pulling me away ,
From the bridge, thought I , would be floating away,
Taking the ethereal space,

The cars whizzed past, honking,
From the bridge it looked like a toy town,
All moving fast, a lighted volition.

 

 

 

The pulling of chariot

 

It would have been no less than a spectacle
To watch and to be amazed,
Thousands thronged at the road
Children, youth, women, old,
Pious and the plebian all together,

The chariot they tugged amidst great fanfare,
Chants of offerings heard occasional
Made the road of the town a moving sea
Of Teeming Millions ,

Those who didn’t want to get into the mêlée
And yet wished to savour the fest,
From windows and balconies they found
The jest of people pulling together
The chariot, a grand sculpture
On wheels inching slow,

Smell of jalebis filled the air,
Already turned sacred
By cries and shouts and prayers,

Nearby a fair had grown overnight
On the road right there,
Little stalls makeshift sold
Toys , bangles, flutes, drums,

The pulling of the chariot
Continued
Unabated, unhindered, a joyous spurt,

Wheels there moved through dust and dirt.

 

 

 

Riding phaeton

 

You go riding phaeton
Through the woods,
Horses’ hoofs making a plunge
Into the dust,
And like a charioteer through the wild
Summoning songs of yesteryears,
You go throwing away
Dust as speck of gold
Drenched by the warm sun
Peeping through the leafy banners,

You go riding phaeton
Through the woods
Taking the path
Meandering.

 

 

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