The Glacier

The Glacier

By, Kaushik Paul

Long long ago, there was a huge glacier,
Who sat on a valley like a king on a throne.
Cold he was; cooler he grew with time,
But melting into a river, he wasn’t prone.

Snow kissed him with her soft flakes,
“Feel my tender touch, be soft like me.”
King Glacier, “Ha ha! Your snow will become
Hard as ice, staying in my company.”

The winds tried hard to force him down,
“Roar! Roar!” The Mad Wind did blow.
King Glacier, “I won’t budge, try all you can.”
Alas not even a slight motion did he show.

“Look at the tormented animals,
The dry plants; moisture they lack.
Please have pity on them.”
Said old Earth with wrinkles and cracks.

King Glacier, “Bringing them moisture or
Quenching their thirst isn’t my responsibility.”
He still sat cold on his valley throne,
With no kindness, nor pity.

And then one day, the Sun came up,
The whole world was bright and warm.
Sun, “O’ Glacier King, why don’t you melt?
It’d help many but do you no harm.”

King Glacier, “A lie it is.
If I melt and flow like water.
I’d lose my identity and my throne
And fall from my grace and splatter.”

Sun, “I’ve honourably burn myself all eternity,
To light up the solar family.
Take my warmth and melt into a river,
Help people and win your share of glory.”

Inspired by Sun, the rigid Glacier did melt,
And flowed into meandering streams without strife.
Nurturing and enriching whomever he merged with,
And thus gaining a new name, “LIFE”.

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I Sell My Soul to the Devil

I Sell My Soul to the Devil

By, Kaushik Paul

The setting sun betrays me bliss.
Shadow in my life, new moon does fill.
I accept the night with a kiss.
And I’m ready to sell my soul to the devil.

At those pages, I gaze for a while.
Sins and curses are on my bill.
I accept them all with a smile.
And I’m ready to sell my soul to the devil.

All my goodness and grace I sacrifice.
With my blood, I seal this deal.
I accept my punishment and rejoice.
And I’m ready to sell my soul to the devil.

A candle far away spreads light.
With each ray, darkness it does kill.
As an Angel, it asks me outright,
“Why should you sell your soul to the devil?”

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Last Grains in the Hourglass

Last Grains in the Hourglass

By, Kaushik Paul

A nerdy student scratches her head,
The answer to the final question she tries to recall.
But her distinction dreams remain unfulfilled,
As the last grains in the hourglass fall.

In a crimson evening, an unfaithful lover
Says sorry and asks her to forgive all.
And the shimmering sun drowns in the scarlet sky,
As the last grains in the hourglass fall.

A shadowy fugitive attempts prison escape,
Lest, on him, judgement shall befall.
But the spotlights and sirens mar his plan,
As the last grains from the hourglass fall.

An eminent athlete misses the record,
Alas, by a distance small.
His tears veil among the salty sweats,
As the last grains from the hourglass fall.

In a solemn hospital, a desperate doctor
Tries to help ignoring the death’s call.
But the beeping machine mocks his efforts,
As the last grains in the hourglass fall.

A weird poet is busy scribing,
His weird thoughts on the digital scroll.
And he ends this poem here with a spot,
As the last grains in the hourglass fall.

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