Asif Andalib

(27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)

My first love


I have cut off at least a thousand heads of Hydra
But I am still fighting with it
I wish I were Hercules

Throughout my youth
I was mesmerized by the nymphs
Now I have realized it was just
Waste of my most precious time

My first love was burnt to ashes
Like the phoenix
Now the ashes are turning into
My love once again
But the dragons are destroying
My sweet dreamland
By blowing with their mouths
Wild firestorms

Now my brain is haunted by the ghosts
They try to scare me to death
Now I am like Adonis
Venus has hurt me by her weapons
Wherever my blood drops fall
Blooms anemones of love poetry

Submitted: Tuesday, September 25, 2012

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  • Jon Terry (10/1/2012 2:40:00 PM)

    this one is awesome Asif, really great, I feel I could learn a lot from your pen that's for sure, this is an epic of a poem and you do the ancient hero's and gods justice with a piece that should last as the names quoted in this master piece
    Great! ! !
    jon (Report) Reply

  • Sankaran Ayya (9/29/2012 7:56:00 AM)

    Love poets were born when love failed and those succeeded in love wrote the same fairy tale and
    self same single line-they lived happily ever after. When first love fails it, as you tolled it rises like a
    phoenix or you may call it flowers from ashes with tears on their petals. To read such poems you need not
    fail in love but should have a heart to understand the tears. Nice poem Asif. My best wishes
    KAVIN CHARALAN

    Clarification: What is this list People who read Asif Andalib also read?
    Some poets' pages are having this list others are not.. If you know tell me.--Kavin (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (9/26/2012 11:03:00 AM)

    beautiful, haunting, of love past, present and future
    as love's flames die and the last gasp of fire turns
    to a wisp of smoke and rises only to be dispersed
    by the winds of time......I think of your phoenix rising
    as that wisp of smoke dispersing searching for love (Report) Reply

  • Greg Uhan (9/25/2012 1:49:00 PM)

    Great write, tremendous use of mythology, pure heart and imagination love it. (Report) Reply

  • Nader Baheri (9/25/2012 12:36:00 PM)

    great one
    the combination beween myths and love.when the ashes become to the love by blowing
    mucha gracias (Report) Reply

  • So Close (9/25/2012 10:22:00 AM)

    hi asif....short but really wonderfull..and your words are superb

    »so close« (Report) Reply

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