If I Am At This Age Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

He stretches his feeble hand
With a decaying stick like own physique,
Leaning weird body on his active companion
Like a frisking deer- young, coy and sleek
Eighty springs passed off, new hope each with
Today, fostering new path of dream beneath.


He falls on the thorns of life, he bleeds,
Destined that middle aged fellow himself only to be locked
The jaw of omnivorous family grinds all dreams
Yet in search of EL-DORADO, the imaginative town undocked.
Unfulfilled dream obeys no bound
If his dream girl herself composes the melody of unheard sound.


He arranges her untidy hair with active fingers
Trembling in joy to touch her virgin lips.
Two young dream searchers in unending passion
Webbing their dreamland at immortal trips.
Alas! Burden of social torments crushes young dreams
As none to count the unfortunate falling stars with faded theme.


Away! Away from the rigid clutch of mundane pain
On the wings of mighty ‘Gorur’ thy love floating
An indomitable desire to meet her in the other world
Fearless mind for union of two minds with God’s caring
Who dares to cease thy immortal bond
When broken dream comes to be true in holy land?


10-05-2008


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