In his dreams he his Free

But in his dreams

He is free.

Free from the

Vagaries

Imposed upon him.

Free from the

Tags

Stamped in his back.

Free from the

Part

He has to play.

In his dreams

He is all by himself

In his village

In his home

With his mother

Under her care.

In spite of all

He’s free there.

He is the subject

He is the King

He is Free.

© Tarun Mitra

In reality of Things

In reality of things

As they appear in colours

He melts into it

Becoming part of them.

In early daylight

Even when he sleeps

He’s just part

Of greater schemes.

Hungry, oppressed

Overworked, underpaid

He’s just part

And he must accept his fate.

That in Colours of reality

He melts away himself

Becoming part of them.

© Tarun Mitra

The Good and Evil

From the source of light

Through the hands of man

Came out both

The Good, and

The Evil

Stacked against each other

You make a choice

And choose.

© Tarun Mitra

The Buffalo Demon

The Buffalo Demon

I am Mahishasura

I am the Devil incarnate

I am here to slay Good

And Slay I will.

Who is going to stop me

You?

Who have given your goodness to greed

caprice and merry making

Who is there is stop me?

You?

Whose Ego is larger than his deeds.

Whose power that have corrupted thee

Are you going to stop me?

I am Mahishasura

The Buffalo Demon.

© Tarun Mitra