My poem4: Rare visited World

-
Rare visited World 
(By Ajit Kumar Chetry)

My brain knows me

But those dreams are rare.

Those never written pages

Will forever be within my brain's care.

 

She seems to be so real

In that jeans and top and hair band.

But soon I realize its brain construct

And will forever remain my never-land.

 

Those task I have completed there.

But alarm breaks and bring me down.

Here I have limit i.e. time

So, I always want to go back to that town.

 

Those people I made friends with

Seems more dear to me.

Those crime I committed

Feels no fear to me.

 

In that World, gravity is artificial

And sun is very personal.

Knowledge is on other side of the mountain

I can travel through without any tunnel.

 

No photon bounds my speed

And my MP(melting point) by any hot star's core.

I have seen setting Earth from Sun's surface

And a passing starship from galactic shore.

 

In that all around beauty

There still lies one human face.

She who is very uncertain

Seems to be only mine in that case.


 

One day I will be there

Delivering those never posted letters.

Having a coffee with my folks

In a land with no haters.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

My poem5: In the memory of Carl Sagan

-
Image
  In the memory of Carl Sagan My dear Sagan, How it feels among the stars?          Can you locate where we are? This world has not changed much since you left          The system is still dumb and deaf. My dear Carl Sagan Your hunter gatherers has been evolved into hunter snatcher Your pale blue dot is now pointless. Your cosmos doesn’t exist Your “Humanity” remains within books countless.   …………Ajit Kr. Chetry ChatGPT interpretation  Sure! Here's a breakdown of your poem: 1. "How it feels among the stars? / Can you locate where we are?" These lines address Carl Sagan directly, asking how it must have felt to observe the universe from the perspective of a scientist, with all the vastness and wonder of the cosmos. The second question "Can you locate where we are?" seems to express a sense of existential confusion—how small and insignificant humanity is in the grand sc...
Read more

The fallen heroes

-
Image
  The fallen heroes I kneels beside a name engraved, A comrade lost, a life so brave. To lays a flower, a token of love, A tribute to the soldier now above. Each marker tells a story untold, Of bravery, sacrifice, and hearts so bold. A tear escapes, a silent vow, To remember forever and honor to show. For though the soldier's duty is done, His memory lives on, like the morning sun. They stood for us, against the tide, With valor and courage, side by side. Let us not forget the sacrifice they made, For the freedoms we enjoy, the life we head. So raise a glass, salute the brave, Whose final resting place is a hero's grave. For in our hearts, their flame still burns, Their legacy our lesson, forever learned.    
Read more