God of lesser mortals.

the last para is a piece in Bengali... my mother tongue...

Dancing winds and rain in the terrace,

Old to my apartment, new to my grace,

Saw the day I lived forever,

When I saw... saw your face,

 

An eye out for everything,

As morning and evenings passed by,

I saw them ... the shadows,

Saw them... how hard they try....

 

An old town for written embraces,

New faces with astral scars,

All seem to sin for ages,

In a coupe where it embarks,

 

The past is weaving,

The fabric of things gone wrong,

And songs of time are waiting,

For someone... someone strong,

 

You’ve created this niche for me,

This ocean where we can swim,

The tides and waves you’ve set free,

Never made our chances slim,

 

The God of lesser mortals in denial,

Heroes bask in a darker glory,

Thoughts that put faith on trial,

... And all that is said... is half the story...

 

Bhabnar bilasita thakuk bhabnatei,

Alo-adhar e mishe geche jibon,

Pashe ache sobai tao keu nei...

 

(Let the luxury of thoughts stay in itself... life is smudged in darkness and light... everyone’s by your side yet no one’s visible...)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and powerful poem. Poetry and story allow the reader to peek into the culture and life of other people. I was lucky. I travel the world and learn to respect all beliefs and I try to understand them. Important for good writer like you to tell of a powerful and wonderful world.
"The past is weaving,
The fabric of things gone wrong,
And songs of time are waiting,
For someone... someone strong,"
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

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. aamaar bhabnaar bhobishyo aami jaani na ... tomaar bhabnaar bhobishyo jaani na ... bhabona na hole ki hoye sheyi ta jaani ... maanosher bheetore rakkhos thaake ... rakkhos sorbonash kore ... aikhun dekhchi ... aage dekhte parbo na ... kintu taukhuno likhbo ... na likhle aamar shanti bhenge jaaye ... bhaalo likhe cho tumi ... epic poetry, abhas ... write on ... live on ... may you always have this peace within ... you rock because you do ... there are those who've lost it ... and have turned to stone ... unleashing the monster within ... and causing destruction all around ...

[Siddhartha]

Speechless. What a rocking piece of writing this is. Speaks of love, of hope, effort and despair, of undying spirit and of resilient strength, but more than anything it is the bonding and the camaraderie that make this poem divine.

[Ed Hart]

this is a large and lovely poem