Mili Das (India)

 
Mili Das (India)
 
 
Mili Das is a bilingual poet and writer from Kolkata, India. She is the inspiration of her own life.She is a poet by passion. Besides she loves to write short stories,cinema script,
drama,novels and articles about child meditation and any subject.She also loves to recite her own poetry. She has two Bengali poetry books “APEKSHA KORCHHI BANDI KAFINE”
and”RAJBHABANER SAMNE”.Two
English poetry book”YOU ARE STILL THERE from Romania “NEVER BROKEN”from Florida ,America. She attended various TV programs on national as well as local TV channels.She is a regular recipe writer in different bengali food magazines.She is now invited as a judge for cooking competitions.
 
 
 
Never broken
 
Some relationships can never be broken, like me and my sleep.
Some people can never be forgotten, like me and my love. There are some times that can’t be shared with anyone, like me and my sleepless night.
Some memories can’t be erased from life, like me and my childhood. Some smells can never be forgotten, like me and my mother’s sweat.
Some touch can never be erased. Like me and my mother’s lap.
Some dreams never Can’t be broken, Like me and my future. Some relationships can never be broken. Like me and my beautiful world.
 
 
I Don’t Want to Die
 
Death is knocking at the door of my life
But I don’t want to die.
He says to me, “After some time
You will be turned into burning ashes
And then there will be no trace of you.”
 
Death is knocking at the door of my life
But I don’t want to go to his country.
He is saying again and again,
” The pyre for you is ready now
And there is no way to come back”.
 
Death is knocking at the door of my life
But I don’t want to go with him.
I don’t know
How I may return to this lovely earth.
Every moment he is embracing with me.
 
Death is knocking at the door of my life
But I don’t want to respond to him.
He says, ” I am sitting beside you,
Beside your bed decorated with lovely flowers.
You don’t know what will happen after some time”.
 
Death is knocking at the door of my life
But I don’t want to die;
I want to live badly.
I never want to leave this beautiful earth
Which is Heaven for me.
 
 
It’s time to go back
 
One day I became the owner
Of this garden.
When I took first step here
each plant was very small.
I watered every tree.
I gave love and affection .
The blooming flowers
played with me.
They became my friend.
I scold them sometimes.
I love them sometimes.
I tell them what is right
And what is wrong.
 
I wiped the dust of their skin.
When a gust of wind came,
They bowed their heads.
Guided them as a mother.
I gave them confidence
to stand up again,
I gave them courage.
I said let the storm come
but never break, be strong.
 
When I wish I wander around the garden.
Every tree binds me to their love.
They become my friends.
I taught them how to take fresh air.
I told them how to be as bright as rising sun.
Now the small seedlings
Turns into big trees.
 
My days of teaching are over.
The time for caring of this garden
is over.
Now I am old.
It’s time to rest under their shadow.
 
This is the truth.
We don’t understand
How the wheel of life
flows with the time.
This journey come to an end.
Now it’s time to take rest.
Now it’s time to return home.
 
©®Mili Das
 

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