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Long is the path ahead;
Be with me my beloved:
The more I walk, some more way
There remains to cover still;
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2.

Even if With a gloom on the face
For the lost days you keep searching,
And a hundred and eight beads,
Putting them into a string,
...

With an empty hand I came indeed but empty should I go,
With shaken lips, drenched eyelids, and besieged agony? No! -1

With me shall be my untold story and my choking throat,
...

If you do not guard it well
And to people your thoughts you tell
At you they are sure to laugh;
But as you become a bit tight
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"Oh my Father! You made me so soft and cute;
You gave me a heart with feelings absolute
And what an assignment! !
Like a criminal I will be ever alone,
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In a hideous love ‘affair, eyes are wet with tear;
When there took place the lovely meet;
In the book that date was writ;
Its now sold to the paper-bag maker.
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A GAME THAT NEVER ENDS

Having obtained
Sound fron ether, _(akasha)_
...

In a cottage palace roofed with earthen tiles
Lived A king who ruled twenty square miles. 1

Twenty thousand citizens, and an army of ten
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-1-
Oscar Wilde! my Master Dear,
So far from me and yet so near; -1-
When in Your books, I know no fear,
...

The day is in complete power, The sun-beam in its shower
Has caught that Sultan's tower fully unaware,
Tea is now in the oven, Birds are in to heaven,
The clock is striking seven, rise up dear;
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The Emperor And His Dogs
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The Old King has pet
A hundred crores of dogs
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Poetry Flows

Like a river my poem will go,
Slowly as thoughts and feelings flow.
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Kind God and Clever Men

The sky messenger made a cry
For all men far and nearby -
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The bud says, 'Come soon, ' to the flying Butterfly,
'Life's short and I will rot as time passes by.

'Before time runs off my life, come with open lips,
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I Love my daughter
UnderGloom's onslaught;
My love lessens never
If she loves me not.
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A Hundred Times
- - - - - - - -
When inDepth of night shall be the city,
And the night pitch dark in utmost density;
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Remembering the days that now are gone,
Has become my life dear, my flesh and bone.

I feel that solitude with you in my front,
...

'Here are Kratu, Pulaha, Pulastya, Atri, emember my son,
Angiraa, VashiShtha, Marichi next at the end in seriatim.
Join Pulaha to Kratu and on that line as you go a little far,
The brighter one that you can see is known as the polar star.
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Neither you are fake my child, for sure, nor am I
Ours is not a formal tie of, "Fine, thank you, bye! "

Between us there exists a loving bond;
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20.

There is a thing called human mood
Without definite taste of food,
That goes its way, not how it should;
For stranger than fiction is that mood.
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The Best Poem Of LALATENDU KABI

When You Leave Me

Long is the path ahead;
Be with me my beloved:
The more I walk, some more way
There remains to cover still;
The feet get tired
And it becomes hard
To have a lonely walk uphill.
Heaven made our alliance,
Let's stay dipped deep in His grace;
A trust in Him alone
Will fulfill our hope;
Let's take the refuge of God,
And be there in His grand Abode.
Come, you do come with me
With a confidence;
Ever engaged in your strife
You are so chaste, my dear wife.
And tied as I am in my actin,
I dare hope to enter into Him
And be there and join you one day;
It only needs an urge from you,
And no less than a drop
From His ocean of empathy too.

Oh ascetic partner of my life,
If on the strength of your strife,
You march up to Him
Leaving me here,
As you get liberated sooner;
Will you make for me a little prayer
And tell Him, I was your companion,
With whom you like a re-union?
Will you tell Him:
Though an abject being,
I, on earth, was your darling,
And there you need me:
The only thing?
Can you entreat,
'Oh Lord! Bring him here to me,
And let my time
By your lotus feet
The happiest be?
'On getting a gentle touch of you,
He will not saddle;
I promise to hold him too;
And with all the gesture that I have,
Will impress him and make him stay'?


'That I came over to You now -
He must be alone, who knows how,
With a mind now in gloom,
For, I was his loved bride
And he my sweet, dear groom;
Down below together as we dwelled;
Much indeed we quarreled.

'Reflecting on me now alone,
He must be there in his dome,
Must be sitting hungry, feeble
In cookery he has been ever idle,
Though in elegance he is full.

'Writing songs trembling with his pen,
As foodless in his abdomen,
Sleepless there in the dark of night,
Tearing sheets of scribbling,
Must be sitting tight,

'From a withering glossary on the table,
Searching words that are suitable,
Words that do narrate his story best,
And failing to fetch, he must be sleepless.
To show his bed and to chide,
I am no more there by his side.

'To get relief from my reminiscence
Through the long, dry days and the rains,
Must he be sitting in solitude,
Through still nights of long magnitude,
Deep into his poems as the ink does flow
Putting his lamp in the glow;
The lamp of his life has but a little oil,
And till that lamp fatigues in his toil
Consuming his ink, ceaselessly in stress
As I am not in his nearness
To take care of his craziness.
As I think on, I cannot bear
And so I pray O Lord, please do hear
Bring him here to me quick
If you love me Lord, You Devotee-Sick.
'He too under your feet
Shall take shelter;
You do know all things well,
Him anyway, I know better;
'He too for you is submissive
But as long his body is permissive
Will keep reflecting on the bygone Texts
That people now call 'out of date',
Saying, 'if incantation does vanish
Learning from Scriptures shall finish'.

But now at this fading age so late
How much shall he articulate?
Bring him here and let him rest
Awhile, my Lord at my behest.
'Send him again if you feel it worth
Into the world of death and rebirth.
But do not send him there alone,
Send me too to take care.
Be kind and bring him now:
You as 'ocean of mercy' all men know.
You, the Knower of everything
Spend a drop of it and him now bring.
Hold him by the hand and lead the way,
Whisper to him sweetly as you may.
'Howsoever I call, he may play the deaf:
My mother-in-law once used to say,
'He was ever so obstinate',
On his mission, he is passionate,
'If he does not pay you heed
Still you can bring him indeed.
He claims he is son of Eloquence,
Mother Glossary his vigor and vibrance.
A dictum from the Goddess of Incantation
And he will obey, forgetting his arrogance.

'A word from Her will bind his spell:
At her command he can go to hell;
Once She tells and instantly,
Sure, he shall come here as well,
And together here we shall merrily dwell.
'Oh my Father, he is my life's baggage,
Together we shall be in bliss
In this era, and in age after age.
'Our tie up is not for births seven,
The unity is devised divinely in heaven,
To be in company through pleasure and pain,
As long creation is in progress,
Phenomena of the world
Shall our Love transgress.
'To bring him here to me,
Make some device;
Oh, Ye the Graceful Lord,
Lord over all Virtue and Vice.'
Lalatendu Kabi
22/23 January 2016

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