and then there we see spectrum of white,
and still vibgyor hides in guise to behold,
are we not seven by wave of length beyond?
as rungs illusive spins through scarlet wine.
clouds trudge through wind onto dripping,
summer may meet rain being bestirred,
is not green of pine riffles in winter snow,
thunder still reels through storm ripping thirst.
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things changes in space and time by necessity,
as evolution reeves through colors of creation,
metamorphosis tolls the bell yet unheard dole,
truth is what we don’t know beyond and beneath?
Wisdom powering over the knowledge. Knowledge ends with the question, wisdom tries to signify it. After eleven lines of so many happenings, again in twelfth line you have uttered the same which our ancestors once pronounced with pride......charaibati.....carry on. Renowned Bengali poet-dramatist Badal Sarkar wrote in his drama 'Ebong Indrajit'.....Tirtho noy / tirtho-jatra shudhu...... Searching of truth is eternal, no chance of making any stop anywhere. Yesterdays scientific inference is being challenged by some other scholars and we are getting another face of truth. Well crafted wisdom in disguise of art-form. Thank you poet for your invitation. TRUTH IS WHAT WE DON'T KNOW / BEYOND AND BENEATH? Regards, pranab 10+++
truth is what we don’t know beyond and beneath? Something huge, larger than average mind and superb was written well in this poem. Evolution is not just on the surface of human entity but co-existence of realism, hope and responsive act towards achievement & failures. Provocation of intelligence & foolishness shall be part of our sustainability and survivor but chasing the dream sometimes will lead us towards no ending search because certain thing / matter is beyond and above our imagination. Power of the creator. Excellent poem Dr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evolution is an on going process. Everything changes either quantitatively or qualitatively. Pursuit of truth is ever haunting man. If he finds something, something else will always be there to find. Friend you have done real justice to imagery and word play. Language used here is highly imaginative and emotive. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem. Marks 10++++