The Butterfly

Neither can’t you judge me from my present
Nor can you judge from my past.
Before I’d spread my wings,
And amazed you with my splendid colors.
I was just an ugly moth,
Amongst millions, doting the face of earth.

I am not what you see
I was not what you saw
Change is the nature’s law
I practice it without flaw.

My past speaks nothing of my present
My present doesn’t represent my past.
If I am flying today with color
I shall never forget the day I was pupa.

© Tarun Mitra

The Devi Arriveth

tvayā etad dhāryate viswam tvayā etat srjyate jagat,

tvayā etat pālyate devi tvam atsy ante ca sarvadā.

By you this universe is born,

By you this universe is created,

By you it is protected oh Devi!

And you always consume it at the end.

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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