Purge my soul in the fire

Purge my soul in the fire

Kill my ‘self’ in any weapon you want

Buried me away

In the grave you choose

One thing you can’t wipe out

From me

That is love, love and love

You can stop my heart beat

Not the rhythm that utters

The name of my love

Prick me, just prick me

Unconsciously also

I’ll tell the name whom I love  

My poem was published in Uzbeki language

My poem was published in a Uzbeki language recently. Though I can't understand the language, I'm humble to see the page sent by the editor of the magazine.The left side of the bottom part of the page is mine.

You made my day

I just loved to live

After falling in love with you

I enjoyed crowd

When my life was filled with colour by you

I started enhancing my life

With every pinch of your smile

I simply ignored my priorities

While answering your queries

O dear!!!

The loneliness within me

Derailed from the deserted track

After your first visit

To the lane of my heart

The blinking hope of solitary ‘I’

Melted with the resounding victory through eye

You became a healer

Of wound that was caused by time

As the sun forbid dark

With its own shine. 

--Hemanta Kumar Pradhan

Poem of Red

I didn’t forget your sacrifice

My dear Lenin sahib

We the comrades salute you and your Bolshevik Party

With a bunch of red red rose….

We see the world is moving very fast

To achieve industrialization and urbanization

By crushing the heads of poor labour

And deprived farmer class

We are living in the world

Where poor, labour class people never get a space to live a life

The industrialist-led Government couldn’t hear them

Within the hazardous sounds of factory

They even fail to see the tears

Through the smog of industrial chimneys

The capitalist’s Government

Acquires land of poor

By showing police lathi and gun

When the starved innocent citizens protest

The police and officers’ boots crush them

They get arrested and jailed

Nobody goes for their bail

The jail officials torture them

By putting chilly in their vagina

While male agitators drink their own urine

And stay undressed

In the bone-chilling winter night

It’s the handiwork of a democracy

That is famous for its uniqueness

Dear Lenin Saheb

You again take birth here

In the sacred land of farmers

Whose every part of the nature tells

The tale of liberty, equality and brotherhood

Beginning of a voyage

I left the usual belongings

Before the morning sun comes….

As I always recollect the sleepless memories

With the hard supports of dreaded night

I’m countered by the longing neighbours

Where you go leaving the spurious thoughts?

I answered them….

And quizzed

What their problems with me

They remain mute!!!!

I explained my last night experiences

With a dark river-

That always asks me to calm down!

She comes as a new bride and touches my feet

By stepping the heart of the sand pebbles

I notice her silently and gaze her bridal face

Unveiling her new veil of dark night…

She feels shy and down her head to the earth

I really enjoy her shyness in the thin lines of moonlight

The wailing moon curses me for the romance

As her girlfriend departed him before the morning comes!

I talked with my darling, but she was feeling shy to embrace me

As the dawn was approaching, I was preparing for the voyage

She told me finally, don’t come again here

You are irresistible;

I would break the promise of the sand bank

And run after you for a super tight hug.

I kissed her

And left the river bank to begin the voyage

She was crying behind me,

The crickets and night birds

Jackals and night watchers 

Were giving an effect of the mourning space

Murmuring Sorrows

Mingling words coined with rude
mourning spices
of a disheartened dude,
how can he say
clouds are going to rain
disparities are blending
within core of his heart.
shower of tear drops
will flow, through the oceans of eye.

(dreams are) faded dreams
of my thinking sphere
collided with the reality as monster
injured every moment
in my subconscious mind.

Embarrassing sorrows
embarking sadness
haunted me always
I don't know, when it will end..............

after my death !!!

ha..ha...! I've already died before
more than once.

Leave the world behind

Leave the worldly pleasure behind

As we have to cope up with the unseen future

Leave the rest of the tension

As it will scour your mind

I came in a voyage of happiness

To the last part of the world……

I left my uncompleted belongings

A day before the new morning

Come my dear

Never leave hope for the better future

As dark will recede 

With the new ray of younger sun

I left the flamboyant path of life

As I wondering to discover a new hymn of peace

Just leave your world of hatred and prejudice

And come to the sacred land of freedom

I didn’t leave hope from the sick world

I want a healing touch of the benign souls

To make the earth more pious and beautiful

I’m waiting for that….

New morning is not far away anymore dear…

Practice the morning song of beginning

And get ready to play the flute of victory

As we crossing the dead river of dark hues