A Common Man and other poems by Pijush Kanti Deb



Keeping the pot boiling
compels a common man
to keep a good table
for both an angel and an imp
who arrange the fire-woods
for his rainy-day,
smokes from the burning of sandal-wood
or of banyan may fill his kitchen up
yet he sings and dances
with no suffocation
but with all satisfaction
carrying the God and the Devil
on his shoulder by turn,
blessing, cursing,
kissing, spitting,
fame and stain-
all stand in a queue
and knock his closed door
to give vent to their active feelings
but he remains indifferent to all
looking at his favorite boiling pot.






It is promised by its two feet to a body
to be fit always without staying united,
side by side and hand in hand
rather they cross each other,
quite non-stop
in the luminous days and dark nights
until they reach and touch the red ribbon
carrying their boss-the body-
maybe tired, hungry, thirsty and dozy
on the racing track
making themselves well trained
to be heterogeneous forever
cutting their injurious homogeneous hearts out
of the body and  wheels-
for a logical program  to move forward
with all honesty for keeping the promise alive
to pull the destination nearer to the hopeful body
and to unite the other auxiliaries too
by their benevolent separation from each other.






Sun boiled blood
cooks the earnings for the three friends—
me, my Heart and my Soul
as a reward for their consistency
in feeling good to be ever active
in spite of sweat-bathing
and fast breathing
in making the curse of scarcity passive,
well integrated we are
with all sorts of co-operation, love and care
for disintegrating
the black shadows of misfortunes
and homogeneous too
in expecting a magical hunger
to be gifted to us
for enjoying the poor dish as a royal one .

Me and my two friends feed one another
sketching a blissful smile
on our dry lips,
dignifying the divinity and work
who bestow us
with a dreamy slumber thereafter
to heal all the pains and strains
gained in the field-work
as heart and soul lie either side
embracing me on the hard cot
until I am handed over
to the beautiful fairy of slumber
for a journey to the Heaven
to sanction a handsome tomorrow
with more of work, hunger and slumber.


Exif_JPEG_420Pijush Kanti Deb is a new Indian poet with more than 225 published or
accepted poems and haiku in more than 68 nos of national and
international magazines and journals [,print and online] like Down in
the dirt, Tajmahal Review, Pennine Ink, Hollow Publishing, Creativica
Magazine, Muse India, Teeth Dream Magazine,Hermes Poetry Journal,
Madusa’s Kitchen,Grey Borders,Dead Snakes, Dagda Publishing,
Blognostic and many more.

His best achievement so far is the publication of his first poetry
collection,’Beneath The Shadow Of A White Pigeon’ published by Hollow

  1. I liked the first and the third best. The idea of feeding angels and imps was lovely. I also wonder if hunger, work and slumber are another set of friends. Hope to see more of your work. All the best…

  2. The works here are a delight to read. It transports the reader to a place of solitude where silence speaks to his soul.

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