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  • I Still Don't Remember

    Once there was this girl,

    I don't remember her name.

    But it doesn't really matter

    Coz, the story stays the same.

  • Praan Khola....

    Dekli toh kemon amder dekha...

    etaai to chilo hathe lekha...

    vule jacchis shei chottobela??????

    shei choudhury bajaar eaar shei mela....

  • I Worship Thee

    The first time I opened my eyes,

    You were there to care for me,

    I haven't said this much often,

    but mom, dad, I worship thee.

  • The Girl In The Orange Dress...

    Sitting there lost in her thoughts,

    With strands of hair kissing her face,

    There's so much more than meets the eye,

    About the girl in the orange dress.

  • Invictus

    Out of the night that covers me,

    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

    I thank whatever gods may be

    For my unconquerable soul.

Posted by Avra Sengupta - - 2 comments


BASED ON A TRUE INCIDENT

Once there was this girl,
I don't remember her name.
But it doesn't really matter
Coz, the story stays the same.

In front of our school she'd wait,
for her little brother everyday.
Up from their classroom windows,
would peek the boys of XII-A.

That day her rickshaw had parked,
right beside our tall red fence.
Our view had been totally blocked,
by trees long and their leafs dense.

Right then our physics mam bellowed,
"Stand up whose assignments are pending?"
The entire class stood up in union,
She said "Very well, remain standing."

Standing on that bench we saw,
our view was no longer blocked.
We were back in business again,
we could see her as she walked.

"Those of you who can promise,
to complete it by the long break,
Can sit down in your places now"
Mam wore our smiles, as she said

Everyone sat, but the three of us,
Mam asked "Won't you three submit?"
"We realize our mistake", said we
"So right now we don't wanna sit".

The entire class was cheering us,
We too had worn shameless grins.
Mam then ignored us and murmured -
"Stupid hormones and crazy teens"

For the next twenty odd minutes,
We stood, and the class went on.
Standing with those two out there,
I guess a lifelong friendship begun.

Her rickshaw left and then we sat,
The three of us, not too weary.
Coz even then we three knew,
That it was legen-wait 4 it-dary.

I would give anything today,
To stand again on that last bench.
To be again in those carefree days,
To share a laugh with my friends.

That is where my tale ends,
It really never was about her.
So don't bother asking her name,
Coz, "I still don't remember".

- Avra Sengupta

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