Encounter the Past
(After visiting my Native village)
The deep green field
The wet bog and the grey sky,
Boys are playing in deep silence,
All unknown faces, the new echelon,
the generation next.
My native Land and my Dreamland,
Most unsuitable for my present presence,
Old companies and friends are gone,
Dreamland seems a deep forest,
A Slough of despond,
Youthful days are like painful dream.
Old houses are gone,
New buildings are standing
Like without habitat,
My own house is like a
fightingpatient,
Old, effete and wornout,
All sweet memories are struggling,
Anicca, Anitya or Impermanence,
Whatever Name comes in mind,
Life becomes full of woe,
How do I wish to live
my past days of love dream and desire!
@prabir Gayen: 29/04/20: 9: 13 PM.
The deep green field The wet bog and the grey sky, Boys are playing in deep silence, All unknown faces, the new echelon, the generation next.
ARE YOU PG TALKING OF AND ABOUT YOUR VILLAGE POST CORONA DON'T WORRY IT WILL BE AGAIN LIKE YOU WANTED IT AFTER LONG LET THE NEW VACCINE COME ALONG TILL THEN READ MY FRESHER POEMS LIKE A POST CORONA RECOVERY SONG PG FOR EVER O YOUR VILLAGE YOU MUST BELONG DING DONG
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I would like to translate this poem
Life becomes full of woe, How do I wish to live my past days of love dream and desire