VICTIM

                                                              VICTIM

I'm  not the first,

I'm not the last,

But the victim of present.

Time is the only witness,

Which says there were many in the past,

And there will be many in the future.

Nothing is permanent on earth,

Things change with the passage of time,

That is why? I have a hope  of seeing the brightest rising sun.

When the burden of exploitation,

Will overload the innocent minds,

There grievance will act as a weapon,

And will be a good sign.

The raised voices of the victims,

will echo all around,

Than truth will easily find its way to victory all alone,

The darkest clouds will vanish,

And truth will remain forever.

I'm not the first, I'm not the last,

But the victim of present.

pt dutta...................

'' वक्त गुजर जाता है ''

                                                           '' वक्त  गुजर जाता है ''

वक्त  गुजर जाता है,

हर दिन समाप्त होने पर,

स्मृति बन जाता है, 

ढूनती हु खुसियों को उन पलों  मे,

क्यों कि  अच्छी लगती है,

यादों के सहारे जीने मे। 

क्या खोया क्या पाया हुमने,

अतीत ये दिखलाती है, 

कुछ लम्हे जिंदगी भर,

खास  बनकर रह जाती है,

व्यक्त गुजर जाता है। 

कैसी ये अजीब दास्तान है,

हर जख्म समय के साथ  भर जाता है,

हम चाहे न चाहे पर,

मौसम की तरह सब बदल जाता है,  

वक्त   गुजर जाता है । 

कितने भी हो दर्द, 

कितनी  भी हो मुसकीले,

यह वक्त ही तो है ,

जो इंसान को आगे बढ़ना सिखा देता है,

वक्त गुजर जाता है। 

पि. टी दत्ता .................

The Boy on the Railway track

                                                        THE BOY ON THE RAILWAY TRACK

Once I was waiting for the train,

Burdened with many tensions in my brain,

It was very tiring after walking on the way,

Around such a crowded city all the day,

My eyes got tired too,

Besides, I had nothing to do,

So, went to an empty an empty seat,

And somehow bearing the heat,

My eyes fell on the railway track,

And my attention got stuck,

The bright sunlight was falling on his face,

He was walking on his own pace,

I got up, moved a step towards the front,

having curiosity, as the face was looking inocent,

My eyes encountered a small boy,

Hanging a bag full of bottles and broken toys,

He sniffs a cotton pad again and again,

 And was busy in picking bottles without any fear of passing train,

My heart flooded with pity,

Nor one nor two, there are many in the city,

I could not take my eyes of him,

It was real not a dream,

He had some dope in cotton pad,

For me it was a matter of sad,

My heart asked to help,

So humanity followed up,

Soon the train arrived,

The moment made me unkind,

I caught in the middle of the crowd,

And got my legs injured,

Somehow boarded the train,

Pulsation of my heart was seen in my vein,

My eyes searched the boy from the window,

Why? I could not even say a word hello, 

A regretful feeling stayed with me forever,

Thus, the poem " The Boy On The Railway Track" born further.

By P.T Dutta...............

 

 

"Things which satisfy the most"

                                                         "Things which satisfy the most"

Things which satisfy the most

 Smile of a kid with two front teeth,

Innocence in them is fully loaded,

It gladden ones heart,

And endue relief from all kind of pain.

Things which satisfy the most,

Arrival of rain in hot summer day,

It brings forth coolness to the molten earth,

And gratifies the creatures,

From unbearable scorching heat.

Things which satisfy the most,

When a weary traveler gets a shady tree,

It gives relaxation to mortal parts,

And beat the fatigue.

Things which satisfy the most,

Getting water to thirsty,

Water seems like nectar,

It satiated the soul,

And infuse life into the body.

Things which satisfy the most,

To plant a sapling,

And eagerly waiting for flowers to bloom,

It charms the eyes,

And fascinate the atmosphere,

With its beauty and fragrance.

By P.T Dutta

"I haven't broken my promise"

                                                       " I Haven't Broken My promise"

Time is passing by,

The weather is changing one after another,

My physical appearance is changing,

One thing that does not change,

Is my inner soul,

That is why? I haven't broken my promise.

Everything is changing,

New born babies are growing up, 

My hairs are getting grey,

One thing that does not change,

Is my affection for you,

That is why? I haven't broken my promise.

The world is changing,

People are changing,

Trees I have planted are growing larger,

One thing that does not change,

Is my faith on you,

That is why? I haven't broken my promise.

Relationships are changing,

Life style is changing,

Flowers bloom and change their color,

But one thing that does not change,

Is the old memories, I have,

That is why? I haven't broken my promise,

Your own one's are changing,

My skin and vision are getting dull,

One thing that does not change,

Is the feeling of my heart,

That is why? I haven't broken my promise.

P.T Dutta...............

 

END OF DESIRE

                                    

                                                  END OF DESIRE

A stage comes in our life,

When desire for things dies,

Maturity in mind begins,

In many i have seen,

A drastic change occurs,

and we become the warriors, 

We gain lots of experiences,

Which help us to find,

Good and bad differences,

Responsibilities become the first priority,

There is no other choice from variety,

We need to ignore our selfishness,

That's why in the middle of the crowd,

Sometimes we feel loneliness,

Its nothing else but, in my words,

I call it end of desire........

Yes its end of desire.............

By -PT.  Dutta.....