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Updated 27-Dec-2001   

Now is the time when chains will be freed;
Now is the time when I shall sow my seed;
I have spent long in shadows of care,
Now shall I, in my desire to fly, succeed.

Haven't I spent days longing to see the greener pasture?
Haven't I stayed from what I could dare?
Oh! And you only said my day will come once;
Haven't I cried for freedom, laid my heart bare?

Yes, the day has come; there's Robinhood
The mighty horse, the arrow and the loot;
Oh! How have I wanted to be there, among them- free!
How sweet is this day when has come my Adulthood!
-27/9/98, Calcutta, 2330 Hrs.

COMMENTS :

Every one feels elated at times. The reason of this elation could be many. For a child, not yet capable to fend for itself, the reason could be a thought of this independence. It is a fantasy of every child to think of itself as an adult- doing all those things which now seem so romantic to it, especially those cherishable forbidden things, like going to a movie. This poem is an expression of such a moment of elation, a ‘spontaneous outburst of powerful feelings’. Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains.

	A brush with life
	A day in adulthood
	A helpless follower
	A man draped in tattered clothes
	After dark
	An axe on Keats
	And can't I mould my future
	And how the dreams fall
	Being in love
	Bereft of success
	Between despair and hope
	Come back soon
	Devil and his counterpart
	Devour
	Engineers
	Epitaph
	Farewell
	Farewell from the circle of friends
	Fast moves the time
	Femina
	Finding Estella again
	Freedom came cheap
	From where to nowhere
	Fulfillment
	Harvest
	Heart in Everest
	Heaven to hell and back again
	HOME
	How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
	How I missed the beauty
	I wonder
	Insomnia
	Kiss from a rose
	Land's end
	Leeches in my soul
	Letter from battlefield
	Looking back
	Losing everything
	Love and compromise
	Love in modern times
	Madonna
	My abode among the clouds
	My beloved
	Naga Sadhu goes digital
	Nevertheless I tried
	Ode
	On St. Valentine
	On visiting an old place
	Papa dear
	Rancour
	Reminiscences from my graveyard
	Stranger at the tavern
	Suspended animation
	Tears, idle tears
	Telephone call to my beloved
	Tell her I am dead
	Termination
	That passed, this also may
	The blissful illusion
	The breathless seashore
	The bride
	The Buddha smiled, but he died
	The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
	The day after the crossing
	The desert princess
	The dipping sun
	The eve of St. Valentine
	The frozen wet damsel
	The last word
	The pen and the paper
	The phoenix
	The pimp
	The silence spoke so much
	The soldier's lament
	The tear left a trail
	The world beyond innocence
	They tell me I am mad
	Thoughts of tomorrow
	Titanic
	To hug her close or leave her alone
	Today I die
	Vain is the wish to be born again
	Vanished figure
	Walking through the streets of a country deprived
	When loss pains no more
	Where the grass in not painted green
	Which is better?
	You don't ask
	You see why I died