Goddess Poem by Ananya Guha
Goddess
The goddess has left this wintry afternoon
in the midst of iota of tears and some hilarity
people exchange greetings as it threatens to rain
once again.Summertime will come, cherries will blossom
everthying will be forgotten.
How we wept.
How good triumphed over evil.
How the Goddess gave benisons
and importunately left.
These are worrisome days.
We remember, only to forget.
We forget and look for fresh cycles
of living.
This festival season there was unrest.
People not so unfortunate in the eyes
of God were decimated without prayers.
Our wish fulfilments are still an erroneous dream.
Our cat walking horrendous truth, as ramparts tear
skies fall apart. Thunder knows.
Prayers are indefatigible thirst to calm down
monotony of all forms- of living.
Be unrepentant.
Once again the Goddess will descend
shadows will be cast
and we will surrender to myriad hues
catacombs of vastness hammering the body
in spaces.
Prayers are indefatigible thirst to calm down monotony of all forms- of living. and we will surrender to myriad hues catacombs of vastness hammering the body in spaces. very good ideas and notions. imagination. tony
it's a fantastic poem, welll- composed, surely Goddess willl bless everyone, and departing time is really painful, your intense feeling is well-expressed, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comment.
Yeah with immersion of deity the festivities have ended. Goddess has given her blessing to us. Let us start fresh and do good for man kind. Nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:45:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
One poem is in dialogue with another. In Must I Not Write? he invokes beautiful things that command him to write. In this poem, after a festival of much prayer, he calls on himself to be unrepentant, to begin a new cycle of living. He rejects the thirst to neutralize all world-weariness with prayer. Walking like a cat along a narrow line of truth, he wants to accept all colors that the world can throw at him: dark and brooding or bright and delicate.