To A Woman Of No Importance Poem by Souren Mondal
To A Woman Of No Importance
You know so well that you are so bad...
Sometimes you make me smile, sometimes you make me cry
Sometimes you make me strong and sometimes you make me kneel
And in all these moments, its none but your whimses that make me
Whatever I am...
I am constituted by your wishes,
I am made from your words...
I am nothing but what you make me
And still there's you, here in front of me,
With only a small universe of lonlines working as a bridge...
And I feel lost,
lost with the longing of never being found ever again
And between the time of being lost and found,
And the time of being seen and losing myself into opaqueness of lost love for a woman, who has been there in the heart and yet has been far far away
The flying eagle and its shadow has a distance,
So does you and I,
and yet in between us that are inseparable, there is a goodwill of being separated,
For it will be better,
To forget it all, and to remove this shadow from my heart
And say with the firmness of the hold of the roots on the soil,
'Go away! Go away,
O for God's sake do not stay...'
And then to finish the business of the day...
And then to finish the business of all days...
To disappear into the shadow of the eagle,
And to murder the stars of the night,
To leave this void of lonliness and love unsatisfied
And to meet the dark
In the darknes of the night
In this is the beginning of the end.
The comparison of an eagle's shadow to the distance between you and this woman around whom you orbit is both brilliant and beautiful. Fantastic poem- -honest, sincere, and a pleasure to read. NOTE: I think you should throw out the last line. It's unnecessary and the line before it is a stronger, much stronger finish..
Thank you Brian.. I understand your point, and feel the same.. But this was one of the very first poems of mine and it 'dedicated' to a particular woman.. So I can't really edit it.. It has an emotional value to me... But I really agree with your suggestion... Thank you again :)
It is quite an unfortunate 'reality' that the electro-chemical imbalance we call romantic love, corrupts even the most practical and logical of people. It does, however, inspire some wonderful writing, especially in the sense of catharsis. In this is the beginning of the end. Perhaps it is just the end of the beginning.
Thank you for your appraisal Kelly.. Indeed love is something that makes us go crazy and do weird things, turns us mad, but at the end of the day, it gives us something too... And that's the beauty of it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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To me it appears as heat strokes of the teen age, when a women perhaps not so beautiful having dark complexion like an eagle provided a shadow in the restless life, made life easy for sometime and then disappeared from the scene, leaving many memories, some sweet and some sour. Anyway, it's a marvelous poem.