Awaiting an Epiphany
A few words before going through the poem
This poem has been a silent witness to both weal and woe in every human life. That drove the speaker persona to act like a pendulum, oscillating between hope and despair. Hope, you all enjoy the humble poem.
The poem : 'Awaiting an Epiphany'
The sunbeams seem to wane;
Hope becomes too scanty;
Life seems to be a blind lane;
There lingers just van'ty.
I try to catch a straw,
In spite of every dreary dread;
There’s no peace; there’s no law;
Before my demise, I’ve been dead.
The more the days fly away,
The more unknown the faces are;
I sing on my lonesome lay
In the pursuit to be a star.
Sometimes, myself do I console,
“Let this life move on fast.”
There’ll be none for me to condole,
When I do breathe my last.
How uncanny life has been!
The brevity, sometimes, does pain;
Moments of love are left unseen;
Will I never find them again?
Thus, we pine our time away,
Thinking of what’s been lost;
‘Today’ will become ‘yesterday’;
Let the sunbeams light up the frost.
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এতদিন কবি সোমালি র লেখার মধ্যে ছিল অন্য একধরনের প্রাণের মেলা।আশার সুর । কিন্তু বর্তমান লেখার মধ্যে কোথাও যেন একটা হতাশার ছোঁয়ায় ভারাক্রান্ত জীবনের ছবি ..! এই কবিতার যে লাইন গুলো মনে রাখতে চাই : ** " The more the days fly away / The more unknown the faces are ..." / I sing on my loansome lay .." / " Let the sunbeams light up the frost . " ... আর যে লাইন গুলো মনে রাখতে চাই না ... : " There will be none for me to to condole / when I do breath my last " "moments of love are left unseen " Tarun Bhattacharyya
ReplyDeleteThis society has become savage, too savage. There are a numbered ones who motivate the others. I'm grateful to God for gifting me His amazing words through a true human being like you. Indeed, you transcend every barrier. May you always remain enriched thus.
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