Shanto Armonde

Shanto Armonde Poems

Hair sparse, grey and weak,
Forehead marked by a life so bleak.
His bushy brows were curved by regret
Of a middling life that all would forget.
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The wicked love of money
Impels us to embark
On an dark and endless journey.
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As the dark descends,
Hopes begin to dim, sorrow
Settles, dominates...
Trees start to shiver with cold...
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To my lady fair, forever fleeing,
On this harken, for our lives are fleeting...
I stress upon thee, life’s truest meaning,
So cares lot may cloak not, thy heart’s screaming.
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I, the lover of night, the consort of winters cold confess.
I reach out to a reaching hand
A hand, out of shadow
Seen only by moon and me
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You straddle two worlds
Your fingers feel the touch of heavens
And your feet, the earthen realms
Imperfectly balanced along the edge of the chasms of the grotesque
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Before spreads the pure sea-sight
Blue embraced by the dying sunlight

From this high cliff-edge I call
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Let not the strength of my spirits wane
With age, and through my love profane
Bring me triumph
Preserve my ever precious sanity
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Haunting dreams of love
Float before my dying sight,
Heart starts to shatter...
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The mind, a field of boundless dreams
Where all hopes are free to float and fly,
Where love for all flows in gentle streams,
A place where one can dance in the sky...
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In the moonlight, with fair face
She stands, with longing eyes.
So advance, with unfaltering grace,
With all the love under starry skies.
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On this very day, in some bygone year,
You were born without worry or fear.
And now, tall and naive, you celebrate
Your nearing to that common fate.
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The illusions of hereafter,
Those of heaven and those of hell,
Checks our lusts and lives.
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I have very often wondered
Whether my deeds really mattered,
Or whether life was just absurd.
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Craving solitude
I journeyed to distant lands,
Over lonely paths
Leaving all of life’s tortures
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Newborn sun climbs the sky with slothful pace
Critters leap to life, and so does the human race.
It frightens the moon and usurps the night,
It laughs in triumph as the stars take flight...
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Love is fleeting,
Yet broken hearts never mend...
Joy lasts but a moment in life,
But never dies from memory...
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I saw her through my admiring eyes,
I heard her words, innocent of lies.
I was lost in love, dreaming.
Lost in her brilliant beauty,
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The Best Poem Of Shanto Armonde

A Portrait Of Despair

Hair sparse, grey and weak,
Forehead marked by a life so bleak.
His bushy brows were curved by regret
Of a middling life that all would forget.

Eyes, desperate and dull, saddened to see
The joy forgone, the man he could be.
The chilling breath his nostrils drew,
Added to his grief and paled his hue.

Lips dry, lacking any color or care,
Long unkiss’d, frowning in despair.
Hands torn, scratched by tools and toil,
Symbols they were of his life of turmoil.

Shoulders shrunken, from the burden of sorrow,
Beyond waited another day, a sadder tomorrow.
Heart heavy with all of life’s miseries,
Beating bravely, until the rhythm began to cease.

But starv’d of love and dear lover
Left it throbbing in vain, and without power.
All his life he laboured a lot and lived a little
Until he was old, and his bones were brittle.

Brought to the ground as his gaunt limbs relented
He cursed the heavens for the life he resented.

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