You live far away.
Way too far from me;
Maybe in an arable valley you live
Beyond this blazing city, smouldering mansard,
Squabbling brains, barking streets,
Skylines that elbow each other,
Church-temple-mosque chimes,
Those broken helmets,
Bloodshed and fleas, macabre firefights,
This bullet-torn pelt of peace,
Lonely masquerades,
Lust for wealth, women, and wins.
My ladies and my leaders present me
Some matchboxful of mosquitoes and ants
I'm no saint either; kill them with toothpicks
Unlike me, you aren't the slave of love, significance, and power;
You thus create everything out of nothing,
And I lose everything minus everything-
Even you.
But you are always there;
Wait for me in the sky-kissing mountain.
Like my granny grow sweet cherries in the valley;
Stow water under the bark; hide nectar in the pollen;
Drip love from the sunflowers in chill moonlit nights.
I've burnt the rose garden to roast my chicken
Away, away I go from you, and doze on my sandalwood settee.
You still caress my unkempt hair over and again;
My heart melts over my cheeks under the flash flood of stars;
Then a flight of cherubs peck my past night's dew on the glade.
An insightful depiction of the hustle and bustle of city-life, it's urgent quest for materialism and deplorable chaotic environment compared to the serenity, peaceful, and nature atmosphere of rural area. Lovely romantic piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Bankim. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
being far is something to endure so beautiful where i came from but too few good things for us so i must stay far- far-away from now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome Sir ❤