Poet freak-Madhulika Mitra











{March 25, 2008}   Puzzled

Girls crazy o’er manicure,

Their outfits cool still they’re unsure.

Boys mad over basketball

Still enjoy their bruised falls.

And the cars so mad to drive

Puzzled that if they should try dancing jive.

Big nails fear when they may break,

Nailpolish makes them more than a fake.

Love is high on the teen’s heart,

Today they’re together,tomorrow apart.

But what about me? There’s nothing I can figure out,

There should be something I would die to get mad about.

No,never am i gonna follow others,

There has to be something new,

There’s so much around me,

So why do i feel happiness is lesser than few?

‘Know that I have it all,

And what more bad that it’s hiding my hidden inner smile,

‘Know i have it all,

But just for me can’t i spare a second’s time?



{March 25, 2008}   Your Angel

Dedicated to my God.(Truly, God’s too special for me and i can never loose my hope as long as i know he’s there with me!!!)

God I thought I was your angel,

I thought to you i was special,

But now i realised,

That i’m not the only one who belongs to you,

I’m not that only one who deserves your love too,

And i know that the blessings you blessed me,

And i know the words you gave me,

Yes, I know that the love you loved me,

Is for them too.

I used it all up,

But now i want more, so i can share it with those cried ones

Because you’re still not done.

I want to give them a handful of your precious love,

But what more can i carry when i already have my hands filled,

By my own greed and jealousy; which makes me feel i am mean,

So i am sorry for all that to me I’ve been:

selfish then and silly now.

But i give up my negativities,

So not to make you but me, myself-Happy

And those cried ones too,

Who must have looked up to those other richs(both by money and oppurtunities)

But sadly never me

‘Cuz i was poor in my own thoughts

And poor in my own being.

But your trust has once more enriched my inner self,

Now no more from those helpless ones will you hear the tears for help,

And God, Now i’m happy to be your angle once again

And never ever will i ever, yes! Never ever and forever make your blessings my selfish pains.



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