Literature Goutam

(Photo credit Ravi Roshan,free download from pexels) My heart whispers -- Mother Durga is coming. So many words rise within me, yet they remain unspoken. The thoughts of heart Stay  locked within. Last time, I had wished to say -- O Mother, grant me the strength to gift my wife a new sari, to clothe my child in fresh attire -- But the words never left my lips. Instead,within my heart I prayed O Slayer of Demons, do not falter in Your battle ! Yet even that remained unsaid. And when You arrived ,Mother, Your Presence filled me with such joy That I forgot everything else. But this time I shall speak, I must speak ---- Mother, make me the demon myself Mother, make me the demon. ------/-------/// Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.

(Photo credit by j.mt_photography,free download from pexels.com) There is a king,there is a queen And God who rules above. Yet for two handfuls of grain A poor man's life must burn like coal. --------+ Poet : Dr Goutam Kumar Mallick

(photo Credit by Kaboompics.com,free download from pexels.com) Fool number one Takes a cheat sheet to the test --- Fails the paper like the rest. Fool number two Knows that smoking kills, oh dear, Still  lights a bidi, puffing cheer. Fool number three Cries, " I'm weak,I'm poor,I'm small," Makes a victim of it all. Fool number four Spends his savings , what a case --- On another man's  wife's necklace ! Fool number five Even dying, loudly cries ; " Shankara, you must survive ". Fool number six Truth is simple,clear,and plain --- But his tongue's locked up in chain. Fool number seven Dances to each gossip word, Boasts the loudest ,most absurd. Fool number eight Morning,evening ,sits and chatters, Talking nonsense,nothing matters. Fool number nine Shivers at his  wife's call She's the general, he's small. Fool number ten Throws his money, what a loss ! Then pretends to be the boss. ------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam K...

(Photo  free download from pexels.com) The boss's walk,his rise and fall, His likes and dislikes ---- Keep your vulture eyes busy with them. When the ripple of his laughter lingers, Ask yourself -- Do your cheeks raise the same wave in time ? Make sure the words  Flowing from your lips Carry a trembling note of servile joy. Match your passive smoking To the boss's active puffs ---- Strive for balance there. Soften your oily body language, Mixing it well with  studied sweetness. And master ---- Don't forget to keep One sharp eye on the scrap heap ! ------------ Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick

Fate + Effort = Result Fate  + Effort + Flattery =  Good  Result Aries : Marital quarrel.Don't Whine,just meow. Taurus : False trouble . Shake off the dust with your own horn. Gemini : Signs of love and affection.Kiss the pillow with dreamy eyes. Cancer : Pleasant company ahead. ,Sweet words,but pockets  run dry. Leo : Communication brings gains.Skip the roaring , try a little buttering up. Virgo : Scope for honour. Time to beat the drum loudly. Libra : Troubles abound. Act coy and speak silly words. Scorpio :  Misunderstandings.Don't break your heart , break the marketplace with your shouts. Sagittarius : Heavy expenses. Strictly avoid trips  with your beloved. Capricorn : Gain ahead - whether it's money,a bruise, or the final good bye --something's surely waiting with your  name on it ! Aquarius : Risk of slander.Better spill the beans first yourself. Pisces : Accident - prone.The biggest accident is -- you still exist.

God said, I gave you a head --- keep it cool. Inside the head I placed a brain ---- Keep it sharp. I gave you a pair of eyes ----- learn to see far. I gave you a nose, but don't  go poking it Into every matter ! All that the ears hear, don't always send it  via  nerves  to the brain. Some words you hear in the right ear --- let them pass out directly through the left. Don't lean only on your forehead and  leave your hands idle. Remember --- the skin you wear is human skin. I gave you a heart ----- So love.

Mr. Einstein, A million thanks to you. Since my birth, Everything I have seen --- All is relative. Winter -- Summer -- Monsoon, Mountains ---- Rivers -- Fields, High tide --- Low tide, Even relationship too. On the pages of history, Kings turn into beggars, Beggars rise as kings --- All is relative. Success is relative, Faliure too, Awaiting only The right time and chance. I believe, The one who glares at me today Will one day beg for mercy ----- For in the end, All is relative. ------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick