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The Dawn

 I did not win over the girl I longed for. Call it a tragedy or a comedy- Sometimes life makes us think hard To try and contemplate our decisions, Be it harsh or not. We look at things from our lenses Ignoring the ways it could be Since it suits our perceptions Notwithstanding the reality. Still when fate makes it destiny, We cannot deny it, nor should we. Maybe she never saw me as I wanted Or somewhat worse, how would I know? Life itself is a paradox with no end, Every single minute spent makes us bend. Human psychology is really tedious, You cannot get into their brains to realize And understand what actually they think of us. A sweet potato may not be sweet, Similarly, a sweet word doesn't assure warmth. All you see is not what they do. All you think is not what they feel. It is our fault of dwelling in perception Which often always end up in deception. We may not see but God does truly see All those sights which we dreamt not to see. A bond broken is not one of pain, But becaus...
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An Ode to Men

Men who thrive with intent clear, Never look back, despite their fear. With hands steady and mind like a star, They carve their path, no doubt how far. As the clock strikes ten, They step into the Colosseum's den With the hope of making some gain At the cost of the excruciating pain. Holidays, what are they? When the storm of tasks is at the fray Throughout the year, month and day To uproot obstacles away. He moves through woods in search of wood, And also through terrains covering his hood Just for the quest of some wealth and food To sustain himself and his family for good. Does that help him out? Sometimes yes, sometimes not. His efforts not getting the respect he thought Brings his brain to a standstill, a rot. Still, does he stop being what he ought? -That's the question his son sought. Through dust and storms, wind and rain, Through plateaus and fields, the hilly terrain The oceans and seas seem mighty enough But in front of hunger, not really that rough. Had the factorie...

An Ode to Labour

The paddy fields, green and yellow, Welcomed the farmer- bright and mellow. The sound of the hammer echoing through soil, The laborer rejoices, despite the toil. The machines buzzing, clear and free Entrust the workers with a new sense of glee.  The sellers and vendors shouting loudly, For their items to be sold proudly. For labour is unique and universal, No force can stop it from being vocal. Not in riches, but in honor they stand, As its worth is woven by hand. --by Sakshar Das 30th March, 2025

A Silent Cry

 Deep in the kiln, dark and dry, Echoed the sound of a faint, silent cry. The gasp to breathe, a desolate try In the blistering heat, making him fry. The laborer's eyes - wide and dilated, The particles within it tightly trapped. His bodily grit disintegrated, The muscles totally cramped. The sound of erupting cough- sick and deep, Reflects hopelessness and fatigue, so steep. His lungs betrayed, forcing him to weep, Yet bound to work, albeit gravely sick. He works for his children, innocent and cute- With visions of a future bright and astute, But little do they know how crude Their dad must toil to earn their food. Serving his family is his sole key, A mission to brighten what they see. Yet, it's a long way to glee Like leaves swaying on a storm-struck tree. He must work, fine and hard - Keeping his health and agony in disregard, To ensure his successor's trump card, Allowing them to fly like a bird. --- by Sakshar Das 30th March, 2025

Sweet

I came across a greet Which was actually so sweet The voice was a soft treat For my ears to hear in repeat. "Mishti" as they called her, Her voice which never failed to empower The depressed ones in despair To sail all the way to recover. I befriended her for her melody, Realising her power to overcome tragedy And kept myself always ready To assist in her thesis of comedy. But little did I realise later That her words were not always a setter, But sometimes also a narrator Of softness towards a potential hater. The always enchanting glee Slowly started to flee At the sight or text of me To escape everything of mine to see. A raw text of "hi" would take hours, Followed by days, months and years. And would eventually get to pierce The bond which once desired to be so fierce. I was quite shocked, But not more than being ignored, As the silence soared  And the drums of my emotions roared. I soon gave her a call, But the discussion slowly began to fall Like a batsman def...

Wheels of Eternity

As the civilization welcomed the rail, What story did it proclaim to tell? When the withering leaves began to rustle, There was always this shrill welcoming whistle! In the slowly breaking ground of cracks, There was a rush to install the tracks! Present was coal assembled in tonnes, Acting as fuel for pulling the wagons! The new enchanting wheel, Crafted purely from molded Steel - Was waiting to make all feel  The power of the real deal ! People could not stop witnessing the engine About how big actually was the machine - And the crew was prominently seen, Waiting inside it for the signal to be green! And at the moment of blowing the horn, Nowhere was the silence of the dawn !! The engine slowly started to proceed, With it carrying a lot of families to feed ! The quest for bread was never that strong,  Bringing hope to many families along! Inside the coal was all the might Of forcing the hunger-struck children to fight, And get the dream of a sight To witness their future bri...

Teenagers and the Society

Hello everyone. This post is dedicated to teenagers. As I begin, I must be mentioning that teenagers are a valuable portion of the society. They have a lot of potential as a future adult and member of the next generation society. Keeping this in mind, I should not miss that society looks at them as a glimmer of hope, to correct all the flaws and shortcomings and eventually rectify them with modern and efficient methods and techniques. This stands true and good for a category of teens, however. The reason why this is not universal is because of the predators already existing in the society. These predators influence the teenage youth in a manner which makes it increasingly difficult for them to understand and eventually come out of. Their main task is to lure the youth towards achieving or owning something which apparently seems great, but in reality it's not. Teenage minds being not fully matured at that extent, are unable to understand the shortcomings of such acts, and as a direc...