Bohemian Poem by Amitava Sur
Bohemian
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Sometimes I am in a pub or in a discotheque
Engaging myself in that hullabaloo or in a play.
Again, the same' I ' is sitting in a grave yard alone
With silent souls and invisible who don't speak at all! !
I am the BOHEMIAN whom nobody can catch.
I speak with the mild wind in the dead of night alone,
I weep I cry, but nobody can trace, I lie.
I am the BOHEMIAN whom nobody can catch.
My love - I can't find her, now
Who deserted me amidst! !
Wandering with the wind I run -
In the meadows, desert or by the bay.
But can't find my love, soul mate -
Anywhere, anymore! !
I am the BOHEMIAN, now
Not knowing what I am to do or say.
I can't see my love anymore
But remember her all through the day,
Mild wind splashes on my face
But don't get the warm and soothing touch of her hand! !
I am the BOHEMIAN whom nobody can catch.
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Amitava (21.2.2015) 2-30 pm
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An intense, beautiful and melancholy poem reflecting your feelings and the depth of your love for Rakhee, Amitava. You have described the loneliness and abandonment of your love so tenderly, preciously, and intently with such a saddened and bereft heart. My heart has caught you in it's embrace, through the beauty of your poem. Thank you, Amitava for a mirror of your love. RoseAnn
Very poignant write with great intensity and depth of feeling really left me not unmoved......Amitavaji.......great piece
Very intense in feeling and emotion! I can trace your mind....still in the strangling grip of loneliness and the pain of loss! Somehow you have to learn to adjust to the reality, Amitava! Clinging on to sad memories will not do you any good! Great write!
A beautiful and sad poem. But I am left with a question - Is your love deceased?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 7:35:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An intense expression of sadness for the demise of poet's loving wife of many years in a wonderful poetic form. I felt the sadness throughout the poem and related the sadness of my mother for about 30 years after my father's demise.