Rhyme Time for A Piece of Dime

Rhyming words is not that tough,

Poets are mad they always laugh.

All they do is blink and think,

And chew their pens till they stink.

They look at birds and trees and sky,

Some lonely creatures with greaves of sigh!

They don’t bath or comb their hairs,

They weep in dreams but laugh in mares.

I tell you that the Poets are mad,

The more they think, the more they had.

Rivers, flowers, and all that nice,

They talk to birds and dance with mice.

They love to love and love to live,

Give to get and get to give.

They write at nights and sleep through days,

To make the world a better place.

They wink at stars and jump on cloud,

Scare the pilots then laugh out loud.

They tickle the cow in the Milky Way,

Then dive at once on a stack of hay,

I know a poet, who flies in night,

He still doesn’t know this blog I write.

If flying that high makes a crime,

Then I’m not a poet and I can’t rhyme.

Now I know…

It was a lonely afternoon, I was as usual a prisoner in my room busy with a blank canvas. There was a crow sitting outside my window trying to exchange a few words with me for quite a long time. Crows of North Kolkata are very much demanding these days. They are not happy with stealing fish from kitchen, my charcoal pencils, and even a watercolor tube from my study. Rebellions, you know. They are everywhere. They always want something extra.

I could hear the ‘trin-trin’ sound of trams rushing through the deserted roads madly under the scorching sun. There was stillness in the air. Everything seemed so dull and lifeless. It was as if the sun absorbed all the colors of life and put them on my palette. My restlessness slowly evolved as an agitation. I wanted to talk to someone. What will I draw? I’m alone. There’s no one to guide me. If now I stumble and fall down, no one is going to hold my hand…

I turned to the crow. It was patiently waiting for more than half n hour. I know what you were trying to say… I know what this is called… I know I can’t expect anyone to guide me anymore… I know I have grown up! I know I have some responsibilities. I may be 23, but I know I’m 45 inside my heart.

- “kkaw kkaw!” the crow nodded with approval and fled away. I told you, rebellions are here to change our world!