"desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow......"
DESIRE
The fever and the fret of reality,
The sweatiness of my hectic labor,
Amidst the din of the madding world
Exhaust me to sweet labour.
I lay upon my moon-blanched bed
With stars to induce my exotic dream.
The breeze with their breezy rustle,
Enthralls me to the brim.
My mind breaks the earthly shackles
To which my frame is bound to stay.
It moves far away and away,
To renew all my sensual sense.
Drizzling night if I chance to have,
Washes off all my weariness,
The thunder with all their splendor,
Carouse me to merriness.
Yet all these charms of nature
Fades into the stark of dawn.
I feel as if the night be long
With daylight be just temporal song.
The fever and the fret of reality,
The sweatiness of my hectic labor,
Amidst the din of the madding world
Exhaust me to sweet labour.
I lay upon my moon-blanched bed
With stars to induce my exotic dream.
The breeze with their breezy rustle,
Enthralls me to the brim.
My mind breaks the earthly shackles
To which my frame is bound to stay.
It moves far away and away,
To renew all my sensual sense.
Drizzling night if I chance to have,
Washes off all my weariness,
The thunder with all their splendor,
Carouse me to merriness.
Yet all these charms of nature
Fades into the stark of dawn.
I feel as if the night be long
With daylight be just temporal song.
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3 comments:
2nd ta beshi bhalo legeche.... aro kichu lekho ...
The piece definitely proves that you are born out of your time!!
i mean you should have come towards the mid 18th century.
The poem smells of a strong romantic flavour with a hint of Keatsian negative capability. Hoping to get many more of such foods for thought in the future. Bravo!!!!!
ki korechen ki guru!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sob ta porini but porboi porbo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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