Everything Has Something,to say, Has a Reason.

By Sukhendu Parui

Nothing happens, without any reason,

Something is there, whatever it is.

Fun, dowry, and only scion

Sparkling to flame to live to die, 

Something is there, whatever it is. 

For-ferry, rain cats and dogs,

Fixed weight rice-last part of the cloth, 

Grand kiss of Grandmother- 

Free, and costly, 

Love, uh- how I will bear,

Everything has something to say. What is it? 

Everything purchased with money 

Ah-ha-how remarkable

Life and death are in your possession-

Oh God, beg of pardon, contempt- an inferior, 

There's something even after that,

What is that something, what is there?

Ranu Mandal is a lady, a street singer-beggar

Life becomes different as the limelight is there,

Suddenly in which call –

The cause, from where  

Something is there - what is there? 

Be it seven or three, walking around the flame or temple

Tied up the couple's life, and blessings,

 Incomparable mother's call has something,

 What remains there? What is cling?

Sold almonds uttering rhymes

‘Bhuban’ the person who become famous: 

In his hut on an earthen furnace, 

Boiled salted rice in the wood-fire -

The viral news shows change, 

The media is not to blame:  

Luck or the third eye, what is in the forehead?

In everything there is something,

By gratis, nothing happens, 

Something is there- what exists. 

Countries, Continents, United States

Ocean, Mountains, and this world

With the winning vision of the King of planets

Embracing to whom? Two hands to heart,  

Maoists and Chinese policy -

Are laughing as if nature imagines,

Lockdown and ‘Corona’ on the earth,

‘Kalidasa’ the wise man utters no words:

 By gratis, nothing happens-

Something remains, whatever remains.

When or who opened the bottle- 

Of the spirit of the Dragon Country?

A terrorist by birth?

Why do people keep dying? 

Blame the proof, 

We can't tolerate such death,

Nothing happens to such an extent-

Without any event, what is to prey?

Shepherd King, People's God  

Care concerning Patient food- belch

Apart from many design

The heart is like ‘Maku' (hand weaver goes both sides)

Charm of labor-life spell

Even the cool lofty breeze-

Never proceed to such an extent,

In everything there is something,

Something is there, what exists? 

With a stick in his hand, 

Dressed in a dhoti, with a bald head,

Grandfather of the nation (India) in his words:

Has a reason for every incident, 

Nothing happens without any cause,

Everything has something to say,

What's that? There is nothing here to gay,

Something remains, what it is to say.

By Sukhendu Parui