Epical Poems

A Rose is a Rose is a Rose


A Rose will I give to you,
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You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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The Poet the poet
*******
You are not a stream
O poet the poet,
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Muddupalini
Was a Devadasi
And consort of
King Pratap Singh
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Michael Madhusuda Dutta__ Homage
On 26 th January, birthday...
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Inner Realm
Pain in heart

Poignant pain In the wall of my heart 💓
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In all, scintillates Thy divinity.
In all, Thou art, Thou art, Thou art.
O Lord! In all, Thou art, Thou art, Thou art.
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MADUCAYAN, ILI TAKO (MADUCAYAN, OUR PLACE)
Att.Basilio Wandag Melvin D. Banggollay
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Mist in modern discourse:
protesting decor, Lavender Mist.
Dismissive of mist's specifications
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Be,
Epical,
Be great,
Be what your heart says,
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9
THE GREEN
How deep could I plough I wonder!
I know my limit, I hear the Thunder!
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WHISKY


In the coldest domicile in this winter,
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Dear Writer,
Congratulation for your 'Epical Novel'.
Your linguistic and literary skill beyond dispute;
You too write extremely good hand.
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The terracotta temple, the small-small temples,
Standing as historical heritage and legacy,
Which you know not, I know not,
But there is history hidden in them,
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Even after writing for so long, I could not be a poet,
Even after so many years of practice, I am not,
The poets and critics went through my poetry
And the papers of criticism
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Maha Nanda Sharma who used to teach in a college
In Bulandshar
Before moving to Meerut University
Did his Ph.D. on P.G.Wodehouse
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Sitakant Mahapatra,
An Oriya poet of Orissa,
Orissan myth, populace, art, culture,
Thought, society and tradition,
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Rama Series (Written in continuation of, in commemoration) / O, Singer of Rama, Strange Singer! People Will Go Away, But Your Song Will Remain It Here/ Song of Rama/ Strange Singer of Rama

Foreword
I do not write the poems keeping in view the epical formats, but the poems get tagged to naturally to take the canvas and length of epical poems and so the case is with my Rama poems which I have been intermittently to discharge my emotions and feelings just as a compensation for from time to time to recuperate and to recover from tragedy and trauma felt in the aftermath of the loss of lives. How to console the broken self? Where to gather moral strength? How to repair the damage? The haunted houses dilapidated and lying as mouldering heaps of debris and rubble with the input phantom listeners listening and whispering, where to go leaving them? Death is a great leveller and time is the best healer, how to ignore them? My end, I know it well, there is none to be by my side. I do not want to waste my precious time just after engaging with words and if there is something to read and say to, say you definitely passing them on and if not, keep them aside branding it rubbish. And with this, thanks, let me take leave of you!
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Burning the midnight oil
Wrote he
Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained,
A poet with a massive plan
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Is an epical Hindi poem
Recreating
The desertion of Yasodhara
By Siddhartha.
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Bhim Puja

I can see them at work,
Making a large clay idol
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WHISKY


In the coldest domicile in this winter,
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Muddupalini
Was a Devadasi
And consort of
King Pratap Singh
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The Ramleela which he saw
Staged in Couva
Remembered he for long,
The epic fragments and their dramatization,
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He Lived: Excerpts from "Gilgamesh"
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I.
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The sun graces its shine
in the wonted epical mannerism
of goldish radiance
on Earth's massive face.
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Rama Series (Written in continuation of, in commemoration) / O, Singer of Rama, Strange Singer! People Will Go Away, But Your Song Will Remain It Here/ Song of Rama/ Strange Singer of Rama

Foreword
I do not write the poems keeping in view the epical formats, but the poems get tagged to naturally to take the canvas and length of epical poems and so the case is with my Rama poems which I have been intermittently to discharge my emotions and feelings just as a compensation for from time to time to recuperate and to recover from tragedy and trauma felt in the aftermath of the loss of lives. How to console the broken self? Where to gather moral strength? How to repair the damage? The haunted houses dilapidated and lying as mouldering heaps of debris and rubble with the input phantom listeners listening and whispering, where to go leaving them? Death is a great leveller and time is the best healer, how to ignore them? My end, I know it well, there is none to be by my side. I do not want to waste my precious time just after engaging with words and if there is something to read and say to, say you definitely passing them on and if not, keep them aside branding it rubbish. And with this, thanks, let me take leave of you!
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To My Dearest Professor and Supervisor Amy Sequeira:

The tiny tinkling sounds
of dawn are gently breaking.
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At the Feet of the Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

'What will you conceive in me? '
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Brother Iran, I feel your pain.
I feel it as when the Turk fled Spain.
As the Jew fled, too, that constricting span,
I feel your pain, Brother Iran.
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