Toru Dutt Poems
|1.||The Young Captive||3/22/2012|
|2.||The Broken Bell||3/22/2012|
|6.||Love Came To Flora Asking For A Flower||9/2/2010|
|8.||Our Casuarina Tree||9/2/2010|
'Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry!
It is, - it is my husband's voice!
Oh hasten, to his succour fly,
No more hast thou, dear friend, a choice.
He calls on thee, perhaps his foes
Environ him on all sides round,
That wail, - it means death's final throes!
Why standest thou, as magic-bound?
'Is this a time for thought, - oh gird
Thy bright sword on, and take thy bow!
He heeds not, hears not any word,
Evil hangs over us, I know!
Swift in decision, prompt in deed,
Brave unto rashness, can this be,
The man to whom all looked at ...