When I was a kid,
There was a mango tree.
Not a big and shining one,
Not a small one either.
It was just a tree
Sick and weak fainted and pale
It was tired, just like me.
I used to go to the roof and stare at it.
It smiled at me.
We talked about many things for hours,
It completed me.
I wondered why it’s in a prison
Kept between big other trees,
There were many other trees.
Trees of flowers and fruits
To me, they were killing the mango tree,
I felt it, just like how I felt in my school
Imprisoned between beauty and worthy.
Maybe, the mango tree wasn’t worth enough to live.
Maybe some things are meant to die in pain.
I felt the loneliness of it, every day, every night.
But when I asked my mother,
About the tree.
She replied, “it used to give the most delicious mangoes I’ve ever tasted.
Soft like clouds, filled with flavours, sweet that’ll give you a heavenly feeling.”
One cold winter day.
When I woke up from the sleep,
When I woke up from a beautiful dream.
I looked outside in the garden.
The Mango tree was gone.
Died in a cold winter night,
Sometimes I wonder why?
Why all the good things die?
Hey there, it's Subhodeep Chakraborty. I'm an Indian based writer. And also a commerce student. I know it seems confusing but trust me I'm not that much into academics at all. Moreover, I'm more into literature stuff. I have plenty of hobbies like cooking and reading and watching movies. I spend most of my time with books. Political ones, inspirational ones and fiction too. The first book I've ever read was The Alchemist by Paulo coelho which eventually inspired me to write my own book and then I started working on it. A semi crime thriller life lesson novel. I like reading comic books too. And since my childhood The Batman has been an inspiration to me. Writing about my feelings, writing stories, poems, novels gave me the best feeling I've ever had. And now I'm looking to make people read my work, read about me. I've written many things, novela, short stories, in Bengali language and in English too. But poetries, for god's sake, I love poetries. I love reading them, I love writing them. At the end of the day when everything seems unbearable, when I see a beautiful thing. I write poetry about it. About my feelings, about beauty. And I wish I'll write more to the rest of my life. Maybe in the last day of my life too.