Solitary Spirit: Saraswata's Poem Collection, #2

By Saraswata Bhattacharya

Solitary Spirit is the 2nd volume of my poetry collection, under the series of Saraswata's Short Poems by Saraswata Bhattacharya, covering a variety of topics and genres across English and now, Bengali.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Saraswata Bhattacharya
• Release date: Oct 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223835073

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Inconstancy of Souls

Souls, they flutter wings-

Of the very freedom they get

To mate with these

Songs of mind, moods of emotions

That fill their stomach with all the ugly notions.

They play games, vapid and hostile

That upbring tensions, distrust down the aisle;

Fill to the brim with ashes profuse

Coupled with mind-toxins that severely induce.

Contact with souls tonight means contact with evil

Corresponding now each, next more lethal

I'd be proud could we return to the monkeys-

Such that pain induced

never retained in our brain's junk keys.

Temperamental uncertainties

Winds blew hard

I knew it was time

To bring down the emotional clothes spread out

Such that don't they get wet in the rain,

Any more.

La Noire

The Brits fell prey

After centenaries of three

To the composed dark Indians

Known to be as la noire.

So called 'Dogs and blacks'

Outcasted as if not humans,

Rose stood did the ladies-with-arms

Making la noire show their charms.

Result bore on '47

When Agents were equal to spies

Their tries grim and undaunted

Silence were in whose cries.

The 'Whites and inferior'

Lost the war to colour

Lost their prestige and prevalence

That did swat before the la