I Know This Night Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
I Know This Night
I know this night;
it was there last year
when the wind rustled restless leaves.
I know this night
when some old parents wept,
ten years ago, forlorn,
deserted by their kids.
I know this night
when heads rolled
in a river of blood
centuries ago;
It was some holy cause
that some thought
served their invented spirits.
I know this night
when a damsel sang
her pains to indifferent stars
in the autumn of an unknown age.
This night was always there,
singing full-throated,
moon, stars or rain;
let me sing the pains
everybody's and mine.
Singing is all that matters;
life is a ceaseless strain.
No more does it matter
which night did we sing
for time is a useless aide
when it is the heart that pains.
Night sings alone
alone, alone and alone.
That night existed last year and this year too. Rustled restless leaves still witnessed the blowing of wind. You know the same night and you feel the night's dignity. Night sings alone. Singing matters a lot for night as well as for all creatures. We love to hear such singing. Beautiful night motivates mind. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
No more does it matter which night did we sing for time is a useless aide when it is the heart that pains...... Beautiful poem. Life is full with pain. We just need to collect ourselves and move on. Time may not seem to bring any solace immediately, still time is the biggest healer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Though i do not understand what you mean by: " Singing is all that matters" or " Night sings alone alone, alone and alone." ...this poem impresses me enough to send to MyPoemList. favorite lines: " It was some holy cause that some thought served their invented spirits." line 22 " let me sing the pains" I'd end with a comma. bri :) P.S. i like Poet's Note