I am an aspiring poet; I live in the beautiful city of Siliguri. The metropolitan city is flanked by inexperienced hills on the side, thus providing breathtaking view. My life is like any other school-going busy kid. Go to school, come back and go to sleep. The comfort me from the work stresses I write poems. This is my story…
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Rohan Nath Poems
Thank you Mother
You sang me my first song when I was in the womb. Endured pain to grant me the breath of existence, Shed tears of joy when I was released from the cocoon. How could I ever forget your warm hug and over possessiveness?
As The River Flowed
There were ripples of the sparkling stream. The crystalline water was mirroring the blue sky. That befriended with the sun's wonderful beam. Beams of the dazzling looking golden eye.
Why can't we grasp each others hands and breathe like siblings? Why can't we settle together in peace and sing? Why do we seek power when collectively we are invulnerable? Why do the powerful yet coward humans harass not strong but only feeble?
Stay holding on to the moutain cliff! Beacuse deep down below all you can find is grief. You have come too far above touching the sky. Imagine about all you have tolerated to come this high.
I think I see the mighty hills of Darjeeling. What magnificence, it is that they bring! Bold as a King, so high its peak. Where the oaks grow densely and so do teak.
Who would contradict the affection of a mother? She who endeavoured to bestow us the breath of existence; Intensely compassionate in personality they are. Secures us and therefore forms our defense.
A Great Deal to Discover
Be not be imprisoned in an enclosure. Look outside and see the beauties God has to offer. Break free the humbled chains of timorousness. Flutter your wings in the method of elegence.
When I was a King
These I kingdoms that once I owned. Trumpets and drums were played before I enter. Attendants march behind until I reach the throne. Almighty! King Arthur! It's all I remember.
Birth is just the start of an epic voyage. The smile of a mother's face is radiant. The first cry of happiness is joyous. The effort for a fresh life is brilliant.
I daily wake up early in the glacial morning. The birds greet me with their blissful singing. The cold air penetrates through the window, To savage all the heat grouped under my blanket below.
...And I Will Always Love You
I made vows to never depart away from her But alas! Yesterday was her last day with me Oh! How I wish fate would travel as I prefer Constantly listening to me and voluntarily agree
On that day you were looking no less than a white swan. Your blond tresses intertwined like golden chains. My eyes fixed upon your loveliness couldn't be withdrawn. It appears that you have illuminated the entire domain.
I arrange myself on a chair and hold a pen flanked by my fingers, And gaze inquisitively in all directions and think what shall I write about? The vacant pages facing me look at me with a hopeful expression for hours. For these flat colorless sheets want my fountain pen to spout,
There are faded appearances on the wall. Adjoining rooms gives a bloodcurdling bawl. I notice a figure standing behind the mirror. Please leave me unaccompanied, whoever you are!
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Thank you Mother
You sang me my first song when I was in the womb.
Endured pain to grant me the breath of existence,
Shed tears of joy when I was released from the cocoon.
How could I ever forget your warm hug and over possessiveness?
You nurtured me and I still remember your bed time stories,
I have seen you wake up the whole night when I was ill.
It made me feel secure and in the state of bliss.
You wake me up during midnight and make me have my pill.
Reprimand me in every idiotic and erroneous step I take;
Now whenever I commit an error, I just visualize your image, ...