GAME OF SONGS
Ms. Nivedita
UK
[To Poet John Knight ~ Christmas poetic nosegays]
December 15,2009.
Standing you’re
On the opposite bank
Of my song,
Ambulant my tunes become
Me, don’t get you.
Breeze is blowing
Oh, oh excellently
Keep anchored the boat
No more.
Cross and come, O Dear
Into the abode of my bosom.
Game of songs with you
Game of distance is,
Me in agony play flute
All the time,
When, O Dear yourself will come
Take my flute to play,
In the dense darkness of
Rapture-full silent night.
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Adapted from RNT [Ref. to ‘Bliss’ for further info]
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This last stanza has a different flow, and at the end you tell us who he is. [Thanks for sharing]
...Game of songs with you Game of distance is, Me in agony play flute All the time, ... words are floating with your feelings to make this beautiful piece...really a wonderful verse...Thanks
The fragrance is quiet known, but the applied field is beyond expectation. You have efficiency in the poetic-kitchen as a poet-cook. Fantastic. It proves nothing new to be told on the earth, expressions only we can contribute as new. Except sacrificing a life, nothing could be more delicious as a gift than this writing. Reader may be much greedy to get such invitation though they are not John Knight, they have no such talent to ring the human heart by lyrical rhythm, yet...yet...yet.... Regards, 10++++++ Apoet
standing opposite side by diving in to your song, , ........
I enjoyed the rhythm of this poem. The way it sways till the silent ending. Very interesting take on the subject. great work
Great poem, about lovers on opposites sides or far away. You really express love in a interesting way. Isn't love really a game of songs? Beatifully written and quite beautiful in the words you write.
In the dense darkness of Rapture-full silent night... i want to play such a game too if it is the result...an appeal to break the monotony n perish the longing....indeed a captivating write with words generating the ambience...for deep rooted feelings...more like a painting it is...with bold colors of dreaming a dream n concluding with the urgency to face n rejoice in the beyond.10++++ thanks sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aha ohhoo sure its very good [poem especially the title]… Indeed Niv you try to imbue in RNT and your adoption and adaptation is sincere and needs calorie burning and your work is grueling I can definitely feel… Thanks for helping Non-Bengali readers for getting flavor and gamut of magic of RNT When, O Dear yourself will come Take my flute to play, In the dense darkness of Rapture-full silent night Indeed touching the heart and elevating and tuning emotions at very high scale 10+++