A Ballad Of The Road In Village Poem by Pijush Biswas
A Ballad Of The Road In Village
Day's thirsty men utter they will die in dryness
And moan for night, when all fairness come in disguise
Why do they not lament for water in stress
When only the Lotus live lives to amaze
Beside the road, travelled by those unlucky men?
The sun, with his premises, builds a worthy gem
Which surpasses all earthly human domain,
Unclaimed to the sea although, yet not to the stream;
And the road, taken by them and I never will be short
Until heaven's greasiness our deaths allot.
Then listen, O dear ones, who were aback to me
The road which I travelled is gone supreme
For, all they had, now, all to my bag 'gulfed to be
And the narrow hut, which I started to go, extreme;
Nor I can detach, nor I leave them good-bye
The broken road, the broken vehicles, all they have
All I took to heart's core, and still remain till die
All that I said once, sins and guilts thankfulness lave;
And misery and toil, all, in bunch, once atone
Giving southernflowery basket of fame in none.
All the long road, I have to take days after days
Not in dryness or brokenness is lofty, as if, to sky
To the alligned huts or houses, also, it has a bless
Or we, they and I, are countable to the 'WHY'
Although, it's unflirting aim never lost to us
For the unwrinkle fruit-trees, or their leaves say-
Be still to the goal, and never lost in fuss
As you wish to garden, must have those one day;
And I, being little worthy to the manipulation
Of the road, see through it's daily abortion.
11/05/2015
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The trials of the road are not unlike the trials of life that can torture a soul if they are very heavy and can weigh on the mind and create a great deal of mental anguish. All is laid out well in this poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Your poem made me think only briefly of Frost, then I felt the pain and endurance of bearing the long straight road lacking choices. Your imagery was effective in conveying the scene as well as the theme. The final stanza pulled in the hope... In looking up to the sky and being still to the goal. Well done. Thanks for sharing.
Be still to the goal, and never lost in fuss As you wish to garden, must have those one day; The best is yet to be- - - - - -This thought leads us and holds our hand to help us reach our destination.Very nice.
Though we have to travel through the tortuous roads of life, never get disheartened by the trials, but continue to move forward to reach our goals! Inspiring message Pijush!
A thought provoking poem in wisdom. Trials of the road, Trials of life. Goal setting in life inspite of the trials. misery and toil it's unflirting aim never lost to us.... Thought provoking. very good poem. thank you dear Poet for writing and publishing it.. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thirst man knows the pain of thirst really and feels that he will die soon and water is needed for him immediately. Beside the road such a man travels and while does not get water feels so sad. This poem is entirely wisely composed and thought provoking. Amazing poem shared....10