Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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In whom longing for the Beloved hath taken abode,
Every moment his body becometh feeble and enervated.
A stream of tears constantly flows from his eyes;
The pangs of pain ceaselessly smart his body and mind.
Like rivers in Sawan and Bhadon, overflows the stream of my love.
Day and night I long for Him and tears fall like incessant rain.
The pain for my Beloved increasingly penetrates my being every moment;
My attention can be transfixed on nought but him,
Even as the moon bird never gets satiated by looking at the moon.
Dark clouds gather and burst with thunder, and lightning dazzles the eyes.
The peacock crows in delight and the rain bird sings his longing.
I yearn for thee evermore, my body keeps wasting away in anguish.
When I listen to the Sound, I lose my patience and I write to my Beloved.
With mind and soul as my couriers, I send my message to His inaccessible abode.
When I hear the tidings of His well-being,
My heart is filled with love and delight.
Ever since this yearning for the Lord has taken hold of me,
I have severed all connections with the world.
[Translation by S. L. Sondhi]
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Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
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I once met one of Dad's friends
from the before-times he used to inhabit
until we came along - the time of Mum.
He took me there by train and taxi. The view
from the taxi window floated past: field after field
of bolting lettuces planted in long
weed-choked lines, a sad regiment
of ragged sea-green petticoats, thrusting
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আদিম মায়ের আর্তনাদ(06/01/2026)
সৌম্যেন চট্টোপাধ্যায়
পিতৃক্রোড় থেকে ছিনিয়ে নিয়েছো আমার রাখাল জীবনের বিস্তীর্ণ আত্মার সহজ দেবত্ব। চিরস্থায়ী বিশ্বাসঘাতকতার এই মৃত্যুনগরীর এককোনে ভেসে থাকে স্মৃতির বিষাদ। গোধূলির গলিত ছায়ার ভিতর ধূসর মানুষের স্রোত নিজস্ব মাংসের পোড়া গন্ধে পৃথিবীতে নিজেদের অভিশপ্ত করে চিরকাল লোভনীয় অশেষ উত্তাপ পেতে চেয়ে নিজেকে ক্ষয়ের দিকে নিয়ে গেছে। জন্ম ও মৃত্যুর অনর্গল তরঙ্গ প্রবাহে আমাদের চেতনার প্রাণঘর— ভেঙ্গে ক্রমশ বিক্ষিপ্ত হয়ে চলে গিয়েছি সৃষ্টির অজস্র ইচ্ছার বিপরীতে। তারপর আমাদেরই রক্তক্ষরণের পিচ্ছল পলির উপর হেঁটেছি অজানা স্বর্গের পথে। এখন বিধ্বস্ত মাটির ফসলে আদিম মায়ের বিহ্বল মন্ত্রের কন্ঠস্বরে ছিন্নভিন্ন শরীরের অস্থিরতা শান্ত হয়ে অনন্ত উৎসের অবিরল প্রসারিত স্পন্দনে দেখেছে জয় পরাজয় তারই প্রশস্ত নিয়মে খেলা করে প্রসন্ন রোদ্দুরে জড়িয়ে ধরে হৃদয়ের স্নায়ু।
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Dalam bisikan lembut suara anak mengajarkan
'Aunty' berbisik 'darling' cinta mencari.
Respon 'Uncle' tatapan penuh kasih
Pasangan tertawa dalam daze manis canggung tapi nyata.
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In tender whispers a child's voice taught
Aunty's 'darling' echoed love sought
Uncle's response a loving gaze
Spouses laughing in sweet awkward daze.
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Why am I always moving,
Hands full, heart racing, mind spinning?
While others drift through idle hours,
I'm counted, measured, never winning.
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When you feel alone
In bed I am in your head
My thoughts they kiss you
Let's travel all the way
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Give me mouth to mouth
I need resuscitation
Breath from your red lips
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I tend my fire
Because my fire tends me
Her flame I desire
Without her I would just freeze
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He sits where the afternoon thins,
By a window clouded with breath and years.
The glass keeps time in soft blurs,
Smearing faces he'll never meet again.
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Snow lies, hiding ice below,
The street a trap we think we know.
Cars slide past in nervous grace,
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What do Pathfinders do?
They find a way for others
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Heart overwhelmed
Giving every day rich meaning
Purpose for each breath.
Your voice echoing and inspiring
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It was so cold in my spacesuit
I had to wear my wellies
And extra briefs, my wife thought cute
On models seen on tellies.
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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