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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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Pijush Kanti Deb
April 2015
   

 

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    Pijush Kanti Deb is a new Indian poet with more than 210 published or accepted poems and haiku in more than 59 national and international magazines and journals like Down in the Dirt, Tajmahal Review, Pennine Ink, Hollow Publishing, Creativica Magazine, Muse India, Teeth Dream Magazine, Hermes Poetry Journal, Madus's Kitchen, Grey Boder and others. At present, he is working as an associate professor in Economics.

   

 

A Piece of Stone

In the eve of his death
a macro-conscious great man
repents throughout his sub-conscious journey
on the way to his final destination,
realizes his life-long sacrifices
as incomplete, so ineffective
in putting two and two together
to welcome a better sun-rise for the mankind.
Indeed, he regrets from his depth of heart
witnessing the presence of the dirty hearts-
full of garbage of selfishness and cruelty,
those are still left untouched and unwashed
though ever-skilled to pour hemlock
into the nectar prepared by him with great care.
In shame, he becomes a piece of stone
exhaling his last breathing
and the people leave him alone standing
in a public place of interest beneath the open sky.

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