Short Silkworm Poems

wrapped in colourful satin

she watched a silkworm

in a spider web of collusion

not everyone can be a butterfly

she took off her clothes

and offered the naked truth


10th September 2021

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I waited for the ray of light
As would a silkworm for the cocoon to break
For your warmth would break into my mould
And set me free as would a butterfly
But the light never came because night was too long
The cocoon withered and the silkworm died
So it was with my stony heart
That doubted God
And fell apart....

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Smooth, soft 
Need not, a 
Silkworm. 
Gorgeous streams, 
Flow from 
Your 
Soul. 

I can’t wait to 
Curve 
My thirst, 
For one more show. 

Show me your eyes, 
Eyes that flow 
Straight to the center, 
Everything I love dwells 
From you… 
Don’t steal it 
And run away. 

I need not a silkworm 
Today....

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caterpillar

                 green, young

 crawling, metamorphosing, molting

larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer

       flittering, flapping, perching

             winged, iridescent

                    butterfly



Date written: 11/06/2022...

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Gloomy's the yard covered with fallen leaves
Winter's coldness comes with winds wet with rains
Lonely souls dread most the lengthy cold nights
A quick-paced life about thin frosts complains
A cocoon imprisons the silkworm tight
Burnt out candles waste their flickering light
The empty house is a daily sad thing
Only the beauty's worshiped in painting...

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You are my seashore I am your waves
You are my dearest among all babes
If I am a bird you are my nest
If I am teeth you are my toothpaste
If you are a tree I am your fruit
If I am a leg you are my boot
If I am a dog you are my meat
If I am a brain you are my wit
If I am a cat you are my milk
If I am silkworm you are my silk
If I am body you are my dress
Without you my life is in a mess...

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It is hard to meet, but living apart is even harder;
Late spring languid winds shake the lonely flower.
A vernal silkworm misses its last silk before death;
A candle stops shedding tears after taking its last breath.
The change of hair color in the morn mirror you fear
And read poetry alone in the moonlit cold night Dear.
Pengshan Mountain, your home is not far away;
My best regards to you the bluebird could convey.
(tran.)...

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Bo feasted on roasted silkworm seed
                                    And felt in his stomach a stampede
                                        Newton's third law of motion
                                              A dollop of e-motion
                                    A commotion, on Po's head he peed  










                                      © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
                                               18 December 2014...

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