RAJAT GHOSH

Gold Star - 6,862 Points (West Bengal, India)

A Song For My Lost One - Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

I have lost you on this day when I was eight,
Every Spring brings this day to renew memory light.
All days run in rapid race through works to cover,
But today's morn is dedicated to pluck the flower.

I clean carefully your smiling fixed, framed, faded face,
I wreathe and decorate flowers faithfully with lace
And incenses' aroma alters room's time and space,
And light memory is enlightened with memory fresh.

My memory reminds today how you loved me carefully,
How your tender beating brought elfish naughtiness holy,
How your perfect protection prevented perils to play fouls
And how selfish I'm to provide only one day's short renewals.

Time had cut the cord carelessly between you and me,
And I today try to tightly knot the torn lace in mournful glee.
But I fear Time, my friend, for your powerful invisible hand
That may force me to abandon you for my new love band.

Time.... Time.....it is only the Time that is only fruitful for me,
Time'll force you to fade, in inverse carry me close to death sea.
You had crossed Lethe and I am to wait here at bank for bargee
Who would help me crossing river to visit your region gloomy.

Topic(s) of this poem: art, death, life, time

Form: Lament


Comments about A Song For My Lost One by RAJAT GHOSH

  • Poet Poet (6/5/2019 1:18:00 PM)

    day when I was eight,8 17 26 35 44 53ETC IMMORTAL THINGS HAPPEN TO ALL GENERALLY APPLY PARETO'S LAW WILL YE CHECK BACK WHAT HAPPENED @17 TELL ME EXTRAORDINARY

    read my MOMS SMILES
    UR AN UPCOMING POET
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  • Chinedu Dike (1/22/2018 2:16:00 PM)

    Sad story of irreplaceable loss embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing RAJAT. (Report)Reply

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  • Bharati Nayak (1/22/2018 4:41:00 AM)

    I clean carefully your smiling fixed, framed, faded face,
    I wreathe and decorate flowers faithfully with lace
    And incenses' aroma alters room's time and space,
    And light memory is enlightened with memory fresh.- - - - Memories have been so nicely framed in this poem.A great poem.Congratulations.
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  • Rajat Ghosh (6/28/2017 10:07:00 PM)

    Thank you very much....@Dr.Tony Brahmin....Your words are inspiration for me....thanks a lot..... (Report)Reply

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  • Drtony Brahmin (6/26/2017 2:27:00 PM)

    Every Spring brings
    today's morn is dedicated to pluck the flower.
    incenses' aroma alters room's time and space,
    how you loved me carefully, for your powerful invisible hand
    I am to wait here at bank for bargee
    help me crossing river
    These are the points i collected from your beautiful poem. Thank you for your thoughts, imaginations. tony
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  • Drtony Brahmin (5/13/2017 2:14:00 PM)

    Time had cut the cord carelessly between you and me,
    And I today try to tightly knot the torn lace in mournful glee. a good poem on life and time, thank you dear poet. tony
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  • B.m. Biswas (9/8/2016 3:18:00 AM)

    keep writing..... ... .... I am elated. (Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/5/2016 2:00:00 PM)

    Every Spring brings this day to renew memory light. What an amazing poem this is really ion death topic with art of time! 10 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 5, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, September 5, 2016


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