‘Be careful’ Shabbir said to his 35 week pregnant wife.
‘I want some mangoes…. Now’ Najma said pleadingly.
‘ok ,ok let me see what I can do’ answered a loving husband.
Two hours later, she was dead. Her belly bled.
Nails had clawed her baby out.
Gyanban thoughts - We live in an ironical world. The hunter becomes the hunted is applicable to both man and the tiger.This "ficto-reality" is dedicated to all those poor villagers who fell prey to the Sunderban man-eaters.
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Let me pack some hugs,
Let me wrap some shrugs,
Let me untie your heart seams,
Let me fill your pockets with dreams.
Let me cook some embrace,
Let me garnish with some craze,
Let me relish the tug on the finger,
Let me serve the crawl on the shoulder.
Let me spray the cuddles,
Let me tie the hurdles,
Let me drive to the fun place,
Let me park the embrace.
Let me be your sky,
Let me be the path you fly,
Let me be the ground you touch,
Let me be the miss-so-much,
Let me be the wait at the goodbye gate,
Let me be the ache in the painful fate,
Let me be the repeat of every minute,
Let me be the hope in the infinite…
Gyanban thoughts - Heeya means "heart" . These are a few lines dedicated to those parents,who spend half of their lives providing for their kids,and the other half waiting to hear from them.Children never realize what those spent hearts and empty eyes mean as they race ahead with their lives. This poem is probably related to "Paa" read it.
Oh yes, this is my 100th.
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and then, just like that, one day we will fade away, aging books on empty shelves, receding memories of ourselves, sail away l...