You are responsible..

You throw the litter wherever you feel

Then complain country in not clean

You are responsible for the whole deal

For the whole garbage, for the whole scene.

You kill your daughter in your womb

Then expect your son to respect “her”

See the situation with a zoom

You made it worse, now beware..

You sit and just blame on politicians

Why don’t you stand up for people

Instead of blaming on conditions

And pinching like a needle..

You watch and criticize a player

Without realizing the pressure

The game just took him away

Losing was not his leisure..

You sit and complain for price rise

But look at the farmers’ pocket

Everyday someone dies

For them its not gold packets..

You tolerate violence from your husband

Expect your son to respect his wife

Education can’t change his mentality

It will not change the way of life..

You don’t manage your work

You complain your manager is not good

Why you blame if you are not capable

And still you expect your perk..

You allow your son to pee in public

And then think the grown up will not do the same

Habit does not disappear at a simple click

Its you who gave the etiquette, all shame..

You teach your child the different religion

He does not know what the difference is

You create a perception for John

Now youth is the king, ready for the quiz..

Education will not change everything at once

It took years to make things worsen

Complaining will not work any more

Change in needed in every person..

My Wife.. My Beloved !

I still remember the morning coffee

Along with the drops from her wet hair on me

The sound of her sparkling bangles

And the sun rays at different angles.

Those were the days when I teased her

Then focus on me went blur

A small kiss would work to make her happy

Then the day went a little fancy..

The times when we went movies together

And the breeze accompanied by the weather

Popcorn and coke were supplements

Day passed with surprises and presents.

Those exciting days called birthdays

Presents, gifts, surprises all blaze

It was all about her sweet smile

And my love is still as old style..

Her surprises at my office

With her presence and flowers were a plus

That dedicated song on the radio

Butterflies in my stomach, I know.

I still have those old fashioned love letters

Also her hand knitted sweater

That mail saying “I love you” when we fought

And also the sari , we tied the knot..

Long walk hand in hand on the beach

Appeared the moon is in our reach

She was with me and I was complete

Her love was like chocolate-delicious and sweet..

Today it’s a year she passed by

But I believe it s a lie

Still waiting for a glimpse of her

Her smile, as sweet as nectar.

I wrote her name in the sky, but the wind blew it away.

I wrote her name in the sand, but the water washed it away.

I wrote her name in my heart, and forever it will stay..

Parmita Biswas