My Mythical King Of Babylon Poem by Sourav Majumdar
My Mythical King Of Babylon
HE did not Retaliate.
I threw curses at Him and shook My clenched Fists,
Raised My Hands in agony....., my body was trembling! ! ! Tears of Fate dripped by wetting My Taut, self-Respected cheeks.......
I got beyond myself
Anger slowly boiled over into
Vapors of self-pity, till it
rained, rained heavily.......
....till the pitter-patter stopped
and it became Warm again.
He Might have shaken his Head, You Know........
Maybe With Time, he, too Ages.....
Ages Like Solomon.
He May Once have Spoken in Wrath,
once Threatened soundlessly.....
He, too, may have been beside himself
with Annoyance, With Arrogance...
But the Raised Arm Never Remembered
Coming Down.....
You Know My Friend, I Feel
He, too, let It Boil Over till It Rained
Unknown To the World, unknown to me.....
Maybe at the end of Time, both our clouds
Will rain together to supplement that single Ocean
For He, ...HE did not Retaliate............
(Place: Kolkata Date: 1st July,2008)
wonderful Sourave. i'm impressed with your selection of topics.
yeahhhhh good Sourav.it's almost classic! keep writing bro.
I understand 'he did not retaliate' however...I did n't discover the thread within the poem to convince me that he should want to and why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 8:33:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I was sincerely 'incorrect' about my first assessment of this work. The first few poems from a writer are judged more harshly than those that follow. WHY that is? Who knows. I suspect people who read 'new' works' by writers Are quickly to dismiss attempted fresh ways of expression. MY MYTHICAL KING OF BABYLON will further 'concrete' it's 'flavor' as more writings from you, Sourav, the writer...deliver to your accepting readers. And that process is difficult to explain. We all have different styles and approaches. And that 'talent' often emerges for those new 'births'. Like... one child born is different from all others. Oddly enough, I follow and like this poem after reading your other 'piece'. This is very well done!