Jujutshu Kumar Deb


Of Old And New - Poem by Jujutshu Kumar Deb

1
O water drops
falling from the leaves
How I envy thee.
2.
Human bondage unbreakable,
I suffer in silence
The slash of rain,
The blast of air, The croak of ravens,
Stir grimacing apparitions
As I sit mute watching.
3.
The green creepers bow down,
I know they feel for me
The lively bright colour speaks
It speaks of by gone days
The ancient trees speak
and bowing
show the ancient buildings they surround.
I have heard of the ancient glory,
Watching, I dig deep into memory
I feel someone say
'In those days my son,
Everything was strange and novel.'
4.
I know I am no water drop,
So I become the leaf
And let the water dropp fall.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012



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