Remembering Native Land Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

How an auspicious soul sheds tears in ominous somber
Counting death bell when all lights of hope turn out in despair.
Forsaken desire in long past for the vision of refreshing sunrays
As bang of prison cell gate sounds the only difference with gay.

Forgotten beginning, a prisoner’s dark phase with piteous shriek.
Alas! Faded memory of bright days mock to this unfortunate freak.
Counting uncountable days for nectar taste of release,
Will go back to nature’s lap breaking all earthly seize.

What differs for this poor urban fellow with degraded morality?
Consuming fondness to wilderness in the cage of suffocating modernity.
Yearning for that rustic charm left long back in vagueness
Where primitive nature with innocent aboriginals surges in ever jolliness.

Cries today the blue sky, cries gentle breeze in foggy morning,
Cries so the singing birds in forest for thou mourning.
Look, how that neglected road dog seeks for thou affection often
When living mother sitting alone at doorstep looks to your path much trodden.

Lets thou memory not be shaded off like dead leaves from trees
When call of nature assures thee liberty from urban mechanical mischief.
Lets thousand flowers be bloomed today on thy way,
Ever grateful she awaits as you loved her much one day.



23.12.08


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