Bluish Signal

ITRODUCTIONThis book contains seventy eight poems that depict different periods. The character of good and bad, high and low level people of the society is revealed in these poems. Besides that happiness-sorrow, want to get, violence-love, even Indian reforms/rituals are captured in these poems. The image of different classes of people in the city as well as most remote area of villages has emerged. Poem is nothing but feelings of the poet at various situations. Needless to say it could not be written by force at reverse condition; it falls like dew from heaven into the poet's heart/mind and reflects accordingly. Poem is a flint light by which a poet always tries to depict the remarkable image of agony covered by the surroundings in poetic languages. It is very true that 'Life is literature and Poem is soul of the same'. Living in the natural surroundings at West Bengal in India, I got an opportunity of knowledge and experience of Bengali life and landscape that helped me to create these poems. I hope, this book will be appreciated by the interested readers. Thanks to all concerned of KDP team for their co-operation. Ujjal Halder(Author) CHAPTER-IA GREAT CITYA place where charitable drinking water is distributedA place where begin to search for missingA place where should be kept safe everythingBut, it's here, drops a rain of melodyMan forgets the property and richesBut unyielding worldliness that leadsHim to deathBy the drinking poison of propertyLike a blue-necked birdSwing away towards the mirageThe hard sea calls himTo touch her salty bodyWith the frightened lookingAt the strayed teenage girlShe moves. CHAPTER-IITHE SCARED FIREA foamy snake will come outIf incite by spurringBathing in the sea-milkIt gets up stair and down with aGreat pleasure, constant moving fast, Growing much excitement rapidly in its bodyBefore going to sleep at own bedAt the eleventh hour like a flint stoneThe fire flash off, that the sacred fire, CHAPTER-IIICAPRICEGrowing paddy-shootIn a painful heartUproot by your nimble handsToiled hard like a drudgeBy your commandNever enjoyed the sweet taste of LifeThe blue stream of lifeWashes away the sweet dreamsThe bird, cherished so longSecretly at heart, Has vanished like camphorGraying memories buriedUnder the ashes, The corn full minds enrich the tongueThe shrill cry of undeveloped wombA fetus melts into the blackish waterA torn-rug lies in the lone lying in room. CHAPTER-XXXXXXXII THE YOUNG PRIESTYou are the great pioneer for me, self sacrifice to GodNever will you trace my opinion, I am staying with crowdie place here and thereAs can't stand at home, being your followerSearching your foot step signs which are being leaving on wayWell known face, your speeches kept in mindThousands of years, travelling from dense jungle to Himalayan rangeBut not get facing with you so far, Saint, worn red clothes with cane stick and bared foot Seems you are be an Angel at on earth For serving your noble wishing and save the nat