POEM OF THE DAY
I Remember, I Was There
I remember I used to be a king of Babylonia
You were my slave girl,
In the night, the Vesper made the minaret wore a wan _expression
In the day, my palace was covered with pigeons
It all evaporated into blue sky as smoke always does,
I am bound to meet you again,
That I knew all along?I heard you say
“I will come, I will come”
from the cavity of time for thousands of years.
This morning when the time came for commensal birds
to come, I saw in the blue Egypt sky
those birds, they all are familiar to me,
As white as milk.
They fly out. I console myself by saying, “I love you.”
The one who I lost thousands of years ago
now she frolics with her symbol on the ocean of reason,
on frothy surface, trembling- I almost can hear it!
I blow my Babylonian flute even though I am infirm.
To get her out of the deep dark place towards light…more light
I am calling her again and again.
Who are all these women standing so close next to me?
My eyes, hair, hand, all can feel their presence.
They came with the tide of silence.
They remind me halfheartedly our acquaintances.
But then, they get lost somewhere without ever winking
(in the night) just as an awakened child does: huddle back to sleep!
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Leaving the Tate
Coming out with your clutch of postcards
in a Tate gallery bag and another clutch
of images packed into your head you pause
on the steps to look across the river
and there's a new one: light bright buildings,
a streak of brown water, and such a sky
you wonder who painted it - Constable? No:
too brilliant. Crome? No: too ecstatic -
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Definition Of A New World
Reinforcing that sense upon him
For a new world has just broke
Man at peace with man, and himself
Unto this shows clearly woke:
To what is alight in all things
Hailed as what deters all the glooms
For love, that Love: Divinity.
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We Are Alone
We are alone! !
As human beings!
elating, inspiring, cheering
feasts, beaches, rustle, holistic skills
উত্তরণ ৬৯ক (Trishna)
মা দিদি আর আমি, নেমে এলাম রাস্তায়। ঠাম্মা তখনো ঘুমুচ্ছে। তাই ঠাম্মাকে আর ডিস্টার্ব করলাম না।
রাস্তায় নামতেই, কয়েক জোড়া চোখ আমাদের দিকে চেয়ে দেখলো। চোখে তাদের একটু বিস্ময়। একটু কৌতূহল। কৌতূহল না হওয়ার কোন কারন নেই। কারন, অনেক বছর আমরা তিনজন একসাথে এভাবে হাঁটি নি। দিদি আর আমি যখন শিশু বা কিশোর বয়স্ক ছিলাম, তখন এভাবে মায়ের সাথে হেঁটেছি আমরা।
'How Can Men Deny God'
How can men deny God
Whose power is not conceived?
And whom sows the seeds of doubt
In those who don't believe?
Like salt and pepper,
You and I were meant to be.
In soul and spirit,
Too, in Heaven's eternity.
Gurazada Venkata Apparao
A social reformer, a thinker he was
Who thought about
What it ailed our society
How the social evils corroded
Maybe, I should run
Just as fast as I can
Into an empty field
Had I Been...
Had I been an artist,
I would have made you sit before
And drawn the photo of yours
What goes around comes around
goes around comes around
round, round and round