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Seema Chowdhury

(14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

My Broken Hut

Like broken dream and broken heart
I don't know when and where to start
Telling the nostalgic stories of my past
Where alleys of pain and troubles are vast

I dwell in my hut in the muteness zone
Where my companions are sigh and mourn
That doesn't let me walk in peace and fain
Or let me enjoy any worldly gain

I walk on this dry path for miles
Without even a glimpse of laughter or smile
And look at the hazy sketches of peace
Eluding and hiding from my life's lease

And when i get tired at last
And see no hope through trouble's vast
Then I knock at the gracious God's door
And beg for his blessings and more

And request Him to take it all away
These troubles and hurdles of my life's way
And show me a shining nice blue sky
Where like a bird I can freely fly

And reach my destination and my place
Where I can find answers of the maze
The maze of this real life
where we're all bound to survive.

August 9,2006

Submitted: Friday, August 11, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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  • Kee Thampi (1/11/2012 9:12:00 PM)

    dwell to
    I dwell in my hut in the muteness zone
    Where my companions are sigh and mourn
    That doesn't let me walk in peace and fain
    Or let me enjoy any worldly gain (Report) Reply

  • Chandan Roy (8/13/2006 1:45:00 AM)

    This poem has an excellent display of life's transition that many goes through and truly depicts that the respite is only in ONE GOD.... Seema, you have done an excellent job with your deep thoughts and immense skill. But, if you would not mind - I would like to comment that a positive title to the poem could bring in more weight to the message of the poem.... as I feel that in spite of the poem starting on a low-esteem note.. it very well graduates towards happiness..... Please do not mind the criticism.

    A could not think of allowing anything less than 10 for this gem! (Report) Reply

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