Slave To News Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Slave To News
I am no longer in the meditation cubicle
It is raining in the lame field of the heart
The fugitive sunshine of the dry summer is smiling
News of death in the infatuated smells of fruit
Not a sick body, however
This mind has now become terribly frightened
As a slave to the earthly miraculous news!
24.06.2020 Chattogram
ধ্যানের প্রকোষ্ঠে আমি আর নেই
বৃষ্টি ঝরছে হৃদয়ের খোঁড়া মাঠে
খরা গ্রীষ্মের পলাতক রোদ হাসছে
মৃত্যু সংবাদ মাতাল করা ফলের গন্ধে
অসুস্থ শরীর নয় তবে
এ মন এখন মর্মন্তুদ ভীতু হয়েছে
অলৌকিক সংবাদের দাস হিসেবে
২৪.০৬.২০২০
A wonderful write about slavery! Well penned........10+++++++++
Mahtab, very timely poem, and very well written. I find that I am shying away from the news in one sense- I no longer always start my day and end my day with the news. It was stressing me out and I found myself angry more and more. Stay well, my friend.10
What can bring the mind, the spirit, down to earth must wield great power. It may not be for good, but it cannot be ignored. This is one of your finest verses, Mahtab. It goes to myfavourites.
True something we do become slaves of the news which is only focusing negativity. Now news has lost its entity. So wisely choose. Good reminder.
Slavery! ! Muse of mankind on earth; Our works on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This mind has now become terribly frightened As a slave to the earthly miraculous news! Marvellous! ...10