Agony Ends

We don’t want to leave from here,

Every day we are scared of being bitten.

We are not crying like a baby deer!

But destiny already written.

 

We have no words to say anything,

Unable to express everything.

We know the reality of us!

Why aren’t we serious to discuss?

 

We don’t know where we will!

No one asked because no one sees.

Are we okay? Just feels the thrill!

Nevertheless, someday we will freeze.

 

We don’t see rightful face,

Everyone blue! For the fact to depart.

We are Father’s beloved! To be replaced,

But today we are prisoner in heart.

                                      

                                      -Prantosh

                                      

                                      

Sand of Cactus

No one felt but everyone see

How I’m standing at dry of land

Rare drops in journey of my life

But never forgot a smile of earth.

Friends changed through by colours

Still I’m here! The king of Green

Attitudes! Is an immortal within me?

Don’t be scared I’m here behind the skin.

Enemies! Always around by boundaries

But never convened by their words

Being survival that’s my fault?

Everyone hates by corner of eyes.

Might be! Burning is a part of my life

But believed the page given by writer

Sometimes scrolled the exit of loneliness

No one here! I’m Sand of Cactus.

                                                                   - Prantosh

Cows with bell

We are here from sound of bell

We are one from different of us

We are know the strength of bell

We are know the several meaning of us.

We are kindness in blood of us 

We are not like dominant of brother

We are glad to father, not ruling within us

But you are forgot to punish of brother.

  

We are simple not denied to you

We are not like brother who destroy to you

We are really brother of them?

But why we are slavery of them?

We are know you will justice for us

We are want the equal of life

We are need the land of us

But not like brother for hungry of life.

Please! See the innocent of four hands

We are crying for freedom of life

We are waiting for unhonest of banned

We are glad to listen the cows with bell. 

                                         - Prantosh