Poems by Purbasha Mondal

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Purbasha Mondal is a bilingual poet from Kolkata, India. She works as an Assistant Professor of English at Saltora Netaji Centenary College (affiliated to Bankura University). She has received Wegrow Academic Excellence Award (2020), International Global Award 2021, International Women’s Day Achiever Award 2021, Education Excellence Award 2021, Social Activist of the Year Award, HUMANITARIAN AND PEACE AWARD, Honorary Doctorate Degree, Honorary High Degree, Dr. B. R. AMBEDKAR 130th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY MEMORIES AWARD 2021 etc. Her poems have been translated into English, Bengali and French. She has read her poem, “Matua” in Paper Fiber Fest in 2022. She can be reached at [email protected].

Holy Words

Purbasha Mondal

The blackgown of night

Stares at us.

We chant Lord Hari’s Holy Words!

We chant Lord Guru’s Holy Words!

With the stars

We are awake.

Are we free from daring sin?

Are we free from the eyes of jealousy?

We chant Lord Hari’s Holy Words!

We chant Lord Guru’s Holy Words!

In Harisabha

Women and men are in equal world

They hug each other with no fear.

In Harisabha

We chant Lord Hari’s Holy Words!

We chant Lord Guru’s Holy Words!

Thus comes His Message

Through the soft rhythm

Of Kartal.

In the tears of Kamanasagar

Purbasha Mondal

When Sunset dies

Your red Nishan floats

on the bosom of sky.

In the pious days of Matsab

They are in love with you.

They chant:

“Joy Harichand Thakur

Joy Guruchand Thakur”.

In the pond

The flower whose eyes were closed

 Opens her eyes.

Now she chants:

“Joy Shantimata Devi

Joy Satyabhama Devi”.

For them

Family is everything

Their great virtue!

They reject Veda

They are believers of Karma.

Amidst the stars

They are looking for you!

In the tears of Kamanasagar

They are looking for you!

Notes:

Kamanasagar a holy pond in Thakurnagar

Matsab religious festival

Nishan red flag of Matuas

Devotion

                                      Purbasha Mondal

After taking bath

In Kamanasagar

We offer pious flowers

To Shantimata Devi

Peace resides

In the globe of mind

Remembering Aswini Gosain

We spread smell of love

We spread dust of bhakti

We dance

With the grass

We dance

With the white wind

We spread smell of love

We spread dust of bhakti

In the heart of Thakurnagar

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