Bucephalus Poem by Puspanjali Sahu
Bucephalus
Sorry for the moment
when my soul slipped
into a puddle of blood
and touched helplessness of
the unfulfilled hope
to live,
lies beneath each drop of blood
That moment wrenched my trust off
And I crushed the day
when
with broken ribs and blood shaded body
I ran and ran
Do not know how many miles I crossed?
What I jumped
were mountains of bones
or pools filled with blood?
I could not hear anything
Neither screaming of dying breaths
Nor sound of swords
What sorrounds me was
heaps of silence
and heartbeats of my hope
that
the dying body over me
will not meet death
How could I crushed that day
The day
even with frozed blood
I could not close my eyes
and rest in peace
until you opened yours
If I could make a wish
I will go to you
and say.....thank you
Because you made me to
look at the sun
and I realized what scares me most
is nothing
but shadow of my own
Because you are the one
Who made me to love
and live with the feeling of love
Now
no matter what the world says
my heart knows
and it will let other know
You are a king
not mere a conqueror
But it is the horse who knows he got the worlds most loving master
Sometime it also happens that we know a person close from our heart but when the world throws mud on them we made ourself part of that.
Hate the fact that few people paid price of public humiliation with their life
So we should think ones or many times if needed before clicking or commenting on a post publicly that can humiliate someone. We should express our sorry if we offended a person for a single mistake and should hold their hand in hard times
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Bucephalus or Bucephalas (/bjuːˈsɛfələs/; Ancient Greek: Βουκέφαλος or Βουκεφάλας, from βούς bous, ox and κεφαλή kephalē, head meaning ox-head) (c. 355 BC – June 326 BC) was the horse of Alexander the Great, and one of the most famous actual horses of antiquity. Ancient accounts[2] state that Bucephalus died after the Battle of the Hydaspes in 326 BC, in what is now modern Pakistan, and is buried in Jalalpur Sharif outside of Jhelum, Pakistan. (ref.Encyclopedia) .. relating this story and to bring together with that a moral is real poetic Work. thank you very much dear poetess.. Because you made me to look at the sun and I realized what scares me most is nothing but shadow of my own....thank you dear poetess. tony