Santosh Mishra


To Be Heard - Poem by Santosh Mishra

Nothing but sad..........

I remember Pranat

though little I knew him;

hadn't cared at all



Once he sang. Which one-

I am failing to recall... the

first time and the last

time that I ever heard him sing, but didn't

know which was his room; how I

just lived for myself in college then,

so ignorant that

the world would matter

the way it now matters



Now I think it was around the semesters;

in dead of the mid-summer night;

my next room, Ashutosh and me,

Pranat had suddenly appeared,

because sleepless; offering to sing

to fix the boredom, singing rare kind,

special.. also, or perhaps, for the shaking or the choking,

grasping and clutching his labored deep notes,

piercing the lull,

straining in holding up a stance,

strained by holding up his neck,

carrying an elegance,

making a peaceful night,

casting wafts of cool around

and making a very easy feeling;

very unforgettable and

surpassing Manna De's original

when I heard later



Thanks that I knew you -

that I can make my little toast of happiness

for this cute guy's soul.........

a bit mournful at office desk, before I go home


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 9, 2010


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