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A green little pond
Is a rare sight in Kolkata these days
Icing on the cake is
There is a blue, blue kingfisher too
Swinging on the cable wire
Loosely hanging over the pond
Pondering perhaps:
To dive or not to dive
In the wink of an eye
It goes in
Fishes
There’s a silver flash
In its long brown beak
I am fed too
With happiness
How I wish this pond to hold on
To its fish-dream forever
If I had the power
I would hide it
From the greedy eyes of Real Estates
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It’s an effort to breathe
Without cease
When each moment
Strives to stifle
It’s giving, embracing
Without a complaint
Everyday
It’s the gentle breeze
Of candle light
Blowing away
The dusty darkness
It’s burning, melting
Without a stir
Every night
