Three Cheers

By Sukhendu Parui

Never I have seen the three-man :

Heavy round ears, bright big eyes, 

And long powered legs,

The rescued girl cared about their love

But married none,

Surely, she wanted the three powers in one.

I have seen the ‘film’ -Three Idiots,

It appears there are four dots

Remarkably a memoir.

People say, It’s a humor.

Do you have three eyes?

Oh No, I have not,

The Third eye to destroy the demon

Or to bless to the good –to the best,

The rickshaw, the auto, the motor carrier

The devil dare - 

Don’t wait for three cheers, 

Oh God, put me within three numbers -

Always the want of every competitor.

Offering three leaves in one, worship of “The Shiva”

For strength- Godly power.

I have heard from my grandfather-

Poor, middle and rich,

Money has made the three-man,

Go and be obedient

To the three-legged man,

Be cool, calm, 

Drink three fruits water,

God only has it’s own -

Three things remain-

Birth, death, and marriage, 

Whatever be, we must have

Three cheers in clap.

Finally, I have written a poem

Oh, please give me three cheers then.

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MODERN

Deep-eyed, youthful weight in his arms, neo-revolutionary

Seated on the cloud comfortably drawing poems,

Maybe slowly yet we understand 

Life is a game of colors

So come on, 

Delete the adage -it eventually goes

In answer, eh, You fool

Underwear is also a dress

To cover the wall-banyan -peepul tree-

How many calendars - picture

Native clay—decorate the floor this time,

Be it glittering or plaster; 

These are great thoughts : 

That young man was different. 

At this time, the unbearable hunger-

twisting irrefutable- 

strongly threw the leg lay

Mother came running, 

what are you doing, dear boy?

Don't  you know about ‘Lakshmi's stores’

In reply, 'What do you say, mother?

I see the steel pot-how much power it has, 

The old woman is angry and surprised, 

As if in disbelief say – I don’t know,

Rather I don’t understand yours.

However, in the house of worship –

the woman kneeling with the neckcloth 

And folded her hands.

Forgive my son, I pray for him

Let me see as long as I live, 

At least eat healthy and live happily.

By Sukhendu Parui