Proud to be human

We are humans, the finest product of evolution,

Fit to be the ruler of the world by mere definition,

We effortlessly turn away our faces from a man dying on the street,

Illiterates and jobless may worry; we don’t ‘even a little bit’.

We boast of our clean house and clean clothes,

And it is the same we who spits in government offices and roads!

We ardently ask for mercy from our merciful father,

But to the poor chap, hardly we show any mercy ever

But worry not, for we are the flag bearers of new age and culture,

And these concepts are for the old fashioned sympathizers.

Instead we taunt and entertain ourselves at the expense of the poor mad beggar

We boast proudly about our religion and culture,

Yet it is some among us who molests somebody’s sister, mother or daughter.

We proclaim that animals are unpredictable

And we the civilized of all have the right to kill for mere perishables (don’t we?).

We fight often in the name of god and religion,

When the massage of all religions have been of love and compassion.

But these words are only for the fools to follow (isn’t it?)

We are learned enough (aren’t we?), why think about these things and wallow?

Skeptics may say whatever till their voice slowly begins to wane…

Still we are and will always remain human

The finest product of evolution!!

                                                                                               -Debabrata Banerjee

I love to believe

             I love to believe

When the first rays of the morning sun lightens up my face,

I believe that in that light I can somewhere see your face

When I put my naked feet upon the wet morning grass,

I feel as if you are walking with me holding my hands

And when the gentle breeze ruffles my hair,

I can feel your gentle care.

When the sun’s rays provides me warmth,

I feel I am in the care of your arms

And whenever I look up at the stars,

I feel you are beckoning me with open arms

And when after all day of hard work

I retire home dejected and tired

I feel that you come to me,

In the darkness of the night,

Draped in white moon light,

You come with mother’s care

And with your hands running through my hair,

You send me to sleep, while singing a beautiful lullaby…

Don’t know if all this is just a dream, but still I love to believe…..

                                                                                                    

                                                                     -Debabrata Banerjee  

Eternal Companion

Whose company do you see O jilted lonesome?

Whom do you vainly seek in temples and forests so fearsome?

Why do you seek refuge in vain mortal sensory pleasures?

When in your heart lays the ultimate treasure.

O brother look inside and seek recluse at his lotus feet,

Seek the one whose glory and company supersedes everything for which you ever have plead…

                                                                                               -Debabrata Banerjee  

Dear Teacher,

I still can faintly recollect that fateful day,

The day when I left my mother’s arms and comfort of home;

To come under your umbrella,

And begin the journey towards becoming myself;

Like every eventful journey that too had began with teary eyes,

Tears perhaps for the fear of facing the unknown,

Or perhaps they were the tears of a joyous heart,

Anticipating its rebirth and preparing for a new life.

Through all these years I have learnt and grew under your ever watchful eyes,

You have encouraged me in my every success

Reprimanded & corrected me for every wrong step I ever put,

And whenever I was lost in the darkest of alleys,

You were always there showing me the way to light.

Through all these years by your selfless care and protection,

You have helped to scalp out myself,

 Like the artisan who delicately curves out God’s idol,

From just a formless heap of mud.

You have helped me create my identity,

To have a face among the faceless millions.

No words of praise that I say today can do justice to your selfless service,

But there is one line that I want to scream today at the top of my voice,

Although I haven’t seen the mythical God,

I don’t have any regret either.

Because God for me is you my teacher.                                     

                                                                                          -Debabrata Banerjee