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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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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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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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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