She Will Live And Never Sing Or Hear A Deadly Song Poem by Dipankar Das
She Will Live And Never Sing Or Hear A Deadly Song
A bizarre figure comes out of sweet suffering,
A damned heart feels for the unpleasantness,
A dreary infectious skin desires diseases less?
For, The soft and yellowish rose has gone flying?
The yellow rose flew away to the realm of easiness...
Here's uneasiness strangling her flowery throat?
Now, whenever her desirous odour does float,
It seems, She comes and leaves a pale petal, tells less...
The world seems too much empty as if no air to breathe...
She comes in night and in the morning dose siege...
The watery eyes will meet dryness soon,
There'll be no wet noon, no identical moon...
Her softness'll become lovely with a thousand death,
The loving room'll get ready to be decked with white wreath...
Only unloved bizarre crows will cry with harmony
And, She will clap her hands at such last journey...
The immaturity of the age will not be proved wrong,
She will live and never sing or hear a deadly song...
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Das.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 1:40:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a life that fades away, slipping away from the hands........ but still the lover wants to see her clapping...........last journey, , , , , touching poem........ thank you.