Sreejoni
is a community, where poetry in English and Bengali as well as photographs are
exchanged.
Rooster
The steel rooster, nobody would steal
The rust rooster, nobody would roast
The junk rooster, nobody would scrap
The static rooster, who doesn’t move
The mute rooster, who doesn’t crow
The sly rooster, who doesn’t chat
But when this rooster comes to life
And when this rooster crows
He shall do so like his ancestor – T-Rex
Through the swords hidden against
Through the depth of destiny
The swords never be found
Well hidden in time and darkness
Against all evil forces
The
tough went through all troubles
To
retrieve the swords of Damascene
steel
The had
not hidden their ambition
And
stormed against the forces dark
They
finally pierced through ancient
secrets
The swords were broken long ago
And
therefore they were hidden well
To stand
the test against all but one
Now
being through all this seeking
The swords are forged together again
They
should not be hidden again
Though
on one knows the odds against this
pledge
Balbals (балбал) are Kurgan stelae. As +Mitali Dey presented a bulbul, I thought to present
balbals.
Off Course
Setting
off for an easy stride
Across
the fields
And
through the woods
Night
fell with sudden gloom
Wolves
howled and passed by
A
flutter of bat above
To make
sure you know
You’re
off course
You grab
your stick
Because
you have
Of
course
Miles to
Cover
The
following prompts were used:
#weeklyphotoprompt39
Hosted and imagerights by +Patricia Picardi – thanks for the invite
Hosted and imagerights by +Patricia Picardi – thanks for the invite
Hosted
and invited by +Parrot Wingate
Hosted
by +Joaquín Lourido
Hosted
and invited by +Prasanna Kkumar
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