('Laughter not time destroyed my voice.
........
And then I laugh till tears run down
And the heart thumps at my side
Remembering that her shrick was love'
-W.B. Yeats)
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Who is trying
to pour perverse propensity
into my Heart!
Intruder?
‘A great talker is a great liar’?
A honey tongue whose within poison?
Look-
Decaying! decaying
things all about here
Nobody knows-
Where mohanjodarow harappa babylon’s love factum?
How long they would be alived in this world
Detaching others Hearts!
Lovely not the love in compulsion-
Remember o men and women.
A blessed can be cursed within no time!
Handle with care the case of heart!
And
Listen, who loves me-
Am not a fierce falcon.
Am not that Greek god Thunderer.
This is singer bird.
Throwing voice through and through
to omit human anguish.
O great Lorca! (‘Amparo, ¡y qué difícil decirte: yo te amo! ’)
O princess Amparo!
O evergreen Andalusia!
I remember you all!
Let the love's wind flow by its own choice.
Let the love's glory glow as wishes to voice.
©copyright by sarwar chowdhury. all rights reserved.
It is a various, deep, rich in influences from different feelings poem. Even though it is a little Spanish speaking, it has its roots in a border land. Not by chance its epigraph is from Yeats, a boundary stone between Romanticism and Twentieth-Century.
Wow! ! ! what a poem! ! ! .... Really nice composition... Wish to read more...
Zero blemish love is scare and rare in real life. Wooo! ! But in poetry everything is possible and poet’s diction gives ditto. Enjoyed Sir with smiling Ten++ dr. sakti. Thanks for comments and rating expecting same on my poems if you please.
Very deep poem. I really understood where you were coming from and what you mean. I hope I can write like you someday.
VERY GOOD............ AND ITS REALLY HV VERY DEEP EMOTION......... GOOD..... KEEP IT UP
'Let the love's wind flow by its own choice' - beautiful line, and a beautiful poem full of deep meaning and perception. Love is the ultimate goal that we all seek, and the reason for existing. Without love, life is empty and meaningless. Nicely done, Sarwar. Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a wonderful piece...mind strucking, hearts soring to the lines..........a 10.