Ler her know, about spell, Gospell! Respectfully, to get her, let her go!
Ler her know, about spell, Gospell!
A Poem of Jibonananda Das
Intertwined light, through the lighted and the half lit dimmed
Not about a dream perhaps, perhaps among a tedious may
Not about dream - not about peace - not about love
A blossoming may for an unspoken, perhaps, also an unsung, just born
I am an undeniable denial to deny any more
And my hand receives the warmth, as the hand surmises
All day long, for so long, all long gone, of one little value or none
The way and the may and all about the say
seemingly so
seemingly so.
Who is the weave and the chant, as they weave along
Who will be the churn of this half lit, dimmed among
Of about all these and those, their say and may, as they say so
Who else will be there, anymore? Solar, a Vitamin D?
Who else will leave anymore for a miss understood? Semolina, say molina
All about and all, once more, again
All about and all, seedless or even a seed, sprouts
Those days and all long gone! Waiting for the harvesting season!
The soil and the sunlight, the scent
The water and the sunlight, the scent
An yearn to see the neon or the sun
A peasant and the full swing of rejuvenation
Who else will be there roaming on this earth, awakened?
Not dreams- nor tranquility-only a remnance of one among
Sensual, faculty, intellectual.
(first draft- incomplete)
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Tamanna Ferdous
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