An innocent, wise, rascal or a drunkard
A hunter, beggar or a cold blooded killer
Irrespective of being
Peaceful, tired or being disturbed,
Whether you’re a princess with golden spoon
Or a destitute with hunger and no shelter.
Everyone yearns a safest place to rest
A soft cool lap for laying the head
Yearning a solitary, safest and entirely own -
A shelter being very peaceful and cool.
Everyone yearns a safest place
A soft cool lap for laying the head
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Amitava (19.7.2915)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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That is a very illustrative photograph focusing entirely on the single image of a cool lap. But in the poem itself what strikes me with special force is the verb - YEARN. Just the sound of that word seems to carry a long sigh, which is a key element of yearning - we take in a deep breath and then slowly exhale - and in that time span the heart misses a few beats as it feels the absence of its desired fulfillment. But it is the nature of yearning to be larger than any immediate satisfaction. We will always be aware of that gap between us and our fulfillment.Your poem gives me these thoughts. And I am grateful for such understanding.