Evergreen Loves
EVERGREEN LOVES
(A Collection of English Poems)
By
Menonim Menonimus
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EVERGREEN LOVES (A Collection of English Poems) by Menonim Menonimus Published
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CONTENTS
(Evergreen Loves)
An Interview
My Loves to You
Imagery
I am not Poor
Poetry
I Have Everything
For Thou
You Gave Me Everything
A Play
Phoenix
One by One
Reminding Him
A Love Motto
An Artist
My Heart is There
When the Night
A Riddle
How I Believe
Power of Words
For My Men
Waiting
Yesterday Morning
Silent was the Night
Yester-night
Under the Starry Sky
If I Grasp Up
A Troop of Cavalries
They will Come
For My Mother
They Know Not
Walk On
If I Ever Be
Beauty
I Like
I Draw
My Mother
Again and Again
I am Out of Myself
Your Song
Stanzas
Liberty My Darling
The Great He
I Love Only Him
I Hear Her Whimpering
My Sorrows
The Poet
If I Could
Tell Me
What Do You Want
Wardman
Once There Was
Pain
Tiger
They Must Die Who are Dead
Comet
It is Drizzling Rain
Viper
As I Have Heard
It Becomes
God
The World Yours and Mine
We are in Need of Him
Welcome
I Can
Poem
Whose Path is Paved
Freedom
The Moon-light
I was There
Here is Nothing
Words of Life
Her Name
To a National Hero
Gusto
Hoary Horse
Revolution
My Hackneyed Shirt
Difficult Time
Suicide
A Torso
Modern Creature
A Strange Animal
I Have Seen
Still Today
The Bahag
Give Back
Every Night
You Taught Me
When We Talk
One After the Other
Don’t Be Sorry
Once Again
EVERGREEN LOVES
(Text)
An Interview
That day I could see nothing
Dark was getting down through the window
The hour was late evening
As the Sun leaned on the Western sky
Scattering the yellowish light
And I was within myself.
I and the go-between sat
In the closed-fisted chamber
Perhaps it was thine
I sat on what was destined for me
And he sat on thy sleeping bed.
And then two men of about fifty entered the room
He opened out the pages of a book for children.
I was not surprised that you read books
Written for babies.
The boy (perhaps thy male attendant)
Drove us into the next chamber
And we followed formally
Yet then I was in a state of curiosity.
The yellow-rays of the setting sun
Encroached upon the little chamber
Already I had forgotten- why I went there 9
I could imagine nothing
I could think nothing.
A delay
And then a man in his fifties
With his comrade entered the room.
Then a pause and then a talk with no words
They seemed to be satisfied
I thought to be so
Sorrow is that we talked with the voice of silence.
That was the first rill of my interview
When they took their exit then came in a stranger
A girl of twenty with bloomed body
Carrying with English fashioned Indian tray
in her hand
Then I was in my poetic dream
I dreamed and dreamed and thought:
Who and how the queen of my heart might be.
Then came the second phase of my interview
You- I thought nothing except awaiting girl.
Long minutes later I realized- I was in the wrong.
Between you and me
You looked at me as an agile girl looks at a stranger
And I looked at you as I look at my classmates.
Yet then I was in the trammel of wonder and shame.
We returned when the cool dark enveloped
the mother Earth.
That is what I can remind of you from the storehouse of my memory. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
My Love to You
O, my dappled colored morning minion
My love to thee is like
The chaste white snow of the Himalayas
It is a breeze like mellow
Roselike fragrant
Lotus like smiling
Bee like melodious
Honey like sweet.
It is my mother like dear
My love is like that of Virgin Mary
Out of whose womb loves and loves to take newer birth. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Imagery
If thou hast been
When thou was not mine
I would have peace within
I am till today lonely
Just as my love and desire is lonely
Thy love upon me is like the divine breeze
That makes me sour from Earth to Elysium
From finite to infinite. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I am Not Poor
Through thy lotus-like finger pores
Drop down the full-bloomed Moon
I embrace them
As I embrace the darkness of the moonless night.
I am destitute of everything
Yet I am not poor
I have everything that
Thou canst desire to have. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Poetry
Thy face is my poetry
Full of divine imageries
That carries thousand mysteries
Leopard-like spotted
Dew-flashed in the morning
Red-brown at noon
Brighter at darker winter night
I grasp them tight while I am dead. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Have Everything
I have everything to tell you
But I cannot
You have not kept thy heart upon that of mine
How I tell you-
Your hand is snow cold
And blood-like red
How I approach thee.
The heat of the cruel summer is in my breast
O how I endure life! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
For Thou
For thou
Waits-
Outside the panic-stricken bower
The newly born sun
With a flash of light
That has turned me blind of eyes
But enlightens the inner cells of my chest. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
You Gave Me Everything
I sought nothing from you
Yet you offered me everything
Your orchard,
Your graceful garden with luscious fruits
You gave me everything-
Your orbs, your ups and downs,
Your apples,
Your oranges,
Your cherries,
Your heart and soul
Your laughs and smiles,
Your adder-like hairs.
Sorry!
Tell how I bear all these
I have only a heart full of love up to its ridge. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
A Play
I keep a piece of stone on thy chest
And you take it in tenderly.
We play this sport over and over again
Alas! You are never tired.
The ocean of juice is over-flooded
And I get floating up like a dead fish.
You are the ship
I endeavour to become its helmsman
The fuel of whose is your desire. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Phoenix
Yester-night
Somebody had stolen it from my zoo
It was bestowed upon this poor poet
By the Celestial Deity
Prior to a century
Before I was born
To shed sighs. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
One By One
One by one
The planets, breaking its net, fall down
To my wounded heart
At night, at mid-day, at noon
When I am out of myself
It makes me dumb to sing. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Reminding Him
Reminding him
Please, O my Heart,
Do not weep
He will take birth again
When you will die to get your soul back. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
A Love Motto
The Sun needs no instruction
It will drink and sleep in time
How long I would wait for death
Since death is my day and night. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
An Artist
Don’t ask me for my Introduction
Don’t ask me my Whereabouts
Please do not waste your fuel in pursuing me.
Open your eyes
Let your eyes look around
Let your heart feel
You will find my introduction
You will know my whereabouts
You will know my ubiquitous existence
You will find me –
In the tears of the children
That have lost their parents in the face of bullets
In the heart of the weeping widow
Who have lost their husbands in the flame of fire
You will find me in the heart of the young girls
Who have lost their existence in the cruel hand of love.
Sometimes you will find me in them
Who make beds on the ridge of busy streets on the chilly winter night.
You will find me in the heart of a poet
Who is cynically wearied of life.
And if you bear a heart you will also find me in your blood.
I am an artist
In the world of sorrow, sufferance, pain, exploitation
In the world of high and low
In the world of sighs and woes
You will find my whereabouts
I am alive everywhere
I am alive forever. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
My Heart is There
On the other bank of the river
There is a mountain
Always
Fire bursts out from it
And a poet says:
My heart is there. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
When the Night
When the night is in sleep
All the lamps are off
The sky is under the blanket of darkness
My heart is lonely
Then I dream the dream of
How I can make my spirit alive. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
A Riddle
A snake
Like a dream
Encircles the world
But forgets that-
He himself is a snake. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
How I Believe
The spring season would make us smile
I don’t believe
It would turn the yellow leaves green
I don’t believe
It would cleanse the foul world
I don’t believe.
With thirty springs
I have played.
Yet there is the river of tears
Yet there is the foul smell of the Earth
Yet children are being made orphans
Yet the world is red with blood. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Power of Words
I died for the whole yester-night
Believe me!
Surrounding my death comes the night,
Comes the darkness,
Comes the lonely solitude.
How wonderfully!
Surrounding my death comes forth the offspring
Of words through the door of my heart.
How wonderfully the offspring of words have changed
All the programmes of my universe.
And changing themselves they fill me up
With all the awkward solitary queer intuition.
The queer sound of words has made
A drastic change of my inner entity.
I have heard the sound
That breaks the concrete stones of the skyscrapers.
The triple tones of it thrust down the cell of my blood.
I died for the whole yester-night.
The death has changed the colour of my heart
And I can bear the extreme heat of the Dog-star.
All the doors and windows of my heart have opened
And now I can see all that is beyond our physical world.
It is for the words that I died for the whole yester-night
Making myself dead I have tasted the manna of the light
That makes me live for my fellow being. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
For My Men
If you call upon me
For my fellow human being
I can make my soul dead.
For my countrymen
If you call upon me
I can make my blood flow out till the last drop.
For my comrades
If you call upon me
I can make my tears shed.
For brothers and sisters
If you call upon me
I can sacrifice my soul.
For my men
If you call upon me
I can taste the cup of death
Again and again. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Waiting
I can wait for you
If you can make your heart feel
How deep my love is…
I can wait for you
Singing the song of benign night
Whimpering the hoary wind
I can wait for you till the end of my breathing. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Yesterday Morning
Yesterday morning
A pair of white doves
Came flying down my breast
I embraced them with all my might
But alas!
Today morning, I found a piece of heavy stone
Pressing me down. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Silent Was the Night
Silent was the night
Dark was the world
Lonely was I
When she came
With a garland of flowers in her hand
But with a knife in her breast
Alas! I am dead. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Yester-night
Yester-night the world made a revolution against
The fields full of greens
It rebelled against her children who are blind
Though they have eyes
It rebelled against them who are dumb
Though they bear throats, uvula and tongue
It made a revolt against them who are deaf
Though they have ears
It rebelled against itself
We know nothing of them
We are in eternal sleep! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Under the Starry Sky
In this ubiquitous universe
Under the starry sky
And with the passing of hours
I find being unacquainted with myself.
The elm tree
On the ridge of the street
Day by day is getting old
Its leaves are turning yellow
And at last, it becomes unacquainted with itself.
Mankind, the Supreme Being
Who claim in pride:
We are civilized
Becoming queer beast
And with them, the Sun is emitting more red lights.0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
As If I Grasp Up
I am in such a state
As if I will grasp up
All the strength and crowns of the kings
I think, I, with all the perfumes of flowers,
Make the earth sweeter
And raise this muddy world up to the snowy mountains.
I think I will play on all the flutes
And sing the songs of Eternity
My blood congeals
As if it is in the freeze for centuries. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
A Troop of Cavalries
Just now
From the page of history
A handful of wind
Have given birth to a troop of cavalries
On their journey through the desert
They will encounter a band of pedestrians
Who will overcome whom
Whether the cavalries or the pedestrians
I think I am one of them
But I know not
To which troop I belong. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
They Will Come
They will come with a burning banner
Getting down the hackneyed black flag
Of the old centuries.
They will come
With two armful love
For our loveless hearts.0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
For My Mother
Just now
The sun comes down to my courtyard
To adorn the withered breast of my mother.
Just now
The Rainbow of the Oriental Sky
Comes down to smooth the wrinkled eye-brow of my mother.
Just now
The western wind comes down to my tiny world
To lull the age-long pangs of my mother.
Just now
The twinkling stars come down to my hand
To enlighten the dark cells of my mother. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
They Know Not
The sun is on their shoulders
Shedding light on their dark cells
Yet they say:
We are out of light
A poet says:
It is a welcoming realization. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Walk On
Walk on but very cautiously
There is your king
In his hand
Fire, whirl-wind
Even the ghost dreads of him
Alas!
The King does not know –
His soul is in your hand. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
If I Ever Be
If I ever be a lake of water
You would be a yellow flamingo
And swim on from morning till noon
From noon till morning.
If I ever be a star of the sky
You would be its twinkling light
And drive away the darkness of the breast of the Earth.
If I ever be a plant
You would be its flower
And drive away the foul smell of the world with your fragrance.
In every moment of our embrace
We would inundate the world with the juice of love. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Beauty
Beauty lies everywhere
In the woods
In the morning sun,
Beauty lies in the forest
Where the hares run.
Beauty lies in the morning dew
That falls on grass,
Beauty glitters upon the rose and lily
And glitters so much.
Beauty is even in the far off Moon
That sheds silvery light
The stars that twinkle emit beauty
In the adder-like dark night.
Beauty lies in the open tract of land
Where grow wild plants
Beauty is also in the tiny ants.
Beauty is in the glow-worm
That plays with dappled light,
Beauty is everywhere- around us
But alas!
Our heart is so black. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Like
I like to be burnt
But it does not mean that
I cannot burn others.
I like to be defeated
But it does not mean that
I have no ability to win.
Being burnt and burnt
Being defeated and defeated
I like to show –
How much beautiful life may be! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Draw
I draw my sketches
The sketches of my heart and feeling
I portray the image of the world
With all its dark and light
Joy and pain.
The world itself is my feeling. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
My Mother
My mother, now a septuagenarian, is not like the mother of any other poet
My mother knows neither-
What is called literature nor what is called fine arts
She does not know what poetry is,
Neither does she know what a poet does
She knows not what architecture is
Nor does she know what sculpture is.
My mother in her entire life span has not visited any art gallery
She has never heard any dialogue of any dramatic performance
Even if she hears the recitation of a piece of poetry
Her face shows neither agitation nor any emotion
She thinks life is as she is
Otherwise, all are beyond life.
My mother is a lady who is inexperienced of Anthropology and of Neology
My mother does not know-
What Newspaper is
Why it is read.
Once when she happened to look at a moving picture in a television
She made a disgusting wry of her face
And commented: I don’t believe in what is beyond nature
Only the devils can speak with the pictures.
And she is my mother who has never spoken a word in the telephone
She does not believe the Satans.
And it is my mother who during her entire life
Has not worn at least a single pair of shoes.
My mother knows neither the meaning of Revolution nor the significance of Struggle
My mother is quite unknown of the conflict of Capitalism and Communism
She has never seemed to hear the name of Marx nor of Aristotle.
My mother does not know-
That at the time of any Political Election the Leaders speaks in a loud voice
And make our hearts swell up
Though with them it is the fifteenth election in my mother’s life.
My mother has never heard of the Press Conference or of Inauguration Meeting.
My mother is a simple innocent naive village woman.
My mother has never been to the door of any educational institution
If anywhere she happens to make a signature
She puts forward her right thump with dove-like innocence.
My mother does not like the modern custom of sending the children to school
If she happens to see a girl frequenting a school
Her heart pains for the whole night in fear of violating her chastity.
In her entire life, I have never heard her encourage us to reading
She hates those who sing or try to learn singing
She has neither enjoyed any Dance Performance nor any Music Night
Once when she heard of such a night
She commented with much abhorrence:
Those are the acts of the prostitutes and beggars.
While in searching a bride for me
She looked into all the surrounding villages
In search of an illiterate girl below twelve.
She often said: Marry an illiterate but chaste girl and be happy.
She hates all who earn their livelihood other than cultivating the land
In her whole life hardly has she shown any tendency for buying vegetables from the market
She wishes to meet a natural death.
She does not know what the name of her motherland is
She neither knows-
The name of its President
Nor the name of our Prime Minister.
She does not know that Mahatmaji with the weapon of Non-violence
Had freed our dear land from the yoke of the British
She does not know why our land is called ‘India’ or ‘Bharat’
She only happened to know the name of her village
Her village is her motherland
Her village is her world
She does not believe that there may have any village like the village in her surroundings.
In her entire life span, she seemed not to speak a single lie.
My mother for me is the symbol of all Natural virtues
She is a thousand books that make me think more and more about matters
Than the entire mankind with all their store house of knowledge can teach me. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Again And Again
Again and again
Please don’t induce me to my image
I am an airy nothing.
Again and again
Please don’t make me weep
I am beyond what I wish to be
All my tears have been dried off. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I am Out of Myself
Within the dark green forest
I am a stranger
The dripping sun-light called upon me
To call on my mate
Along the bank of the hilly spring
I wandered and wandered after a dark shadow.
Yester-night I dreamed of a day
Coming downward- till I am dead.
The wind whispered on my ears:
Don’t follow the dream
You will be assassinated
If you can follow your own footstep
As the sun follows its orbit
The moon its own
And the world round the sun.
For the whole yester-night
All the moon-light dropped down to my breast
Alas! Where would I keep all these blessings
I am out of myself. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Your Song
Your song reminds me of my sword built of many wounds
Song like the burning lamp of the sky conscious of love and rebel
Your song makes me lose my identity and I become a man
And a symbol of panic-stricken, suffered, exploited, forlorn mass. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Stanzas
(1)
In the fleshy body of the increasing moon-light
The black dress of death lies
The sorrow-stricken sun-light
Lies headlong under the root of elm tree
In the deep dark night
They send their anonymous letter to my woeful heart
The unknown poet of the street reads and weeps.
(2)
From his hand, my love swings down
And his soul from that of mine
We are friends and foes to each other
From morn to eve.
But from the break of the night to the break of day
We both play with the dark
Every once I suffer the discomfiture
And he wins over me
I am a downtrodden artist
He is the mighty king!
(3)
Thus our life from him to me
From I to him
Revolves round each other
We are the subjects of the domain of Darkness
Say: how can we overcome our legacy? 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Liberty, My Darling
Will you not call on me?
I am hungry for you
Since my birth my soul is far away from your sight
Please, darling, come to-night
I have been waiting for you since my first crying on the earth
If you hesitate please come silent
While the whole world is in dead sleep after day’s tiresome journey
Let the full moon shine on the head of mankind
Let the cricket sing aloud
Let the leaves of the trees grow green
Let me breathe
I am suffocated
Please call on me or let me die. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
The Great He
Nothing is there to molest our psyche
Where the Great He dwells
We are given sins to commit
To know Him well.
Nothing is there to brood over
What remains is His will
Nothing is there to think that happens
It is He the gap to fill.
He is ours, we are His
All are vice-versa
To haunt after desire
Only our mania.
Light that peeps through horizon
Is nothing but His shadow
It is He that guides the stars
And send us breeze mellow. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Love Only Him
I love only him, only him
He is amidst the pain-affected brain
He is in the dancing golden corn-field
He is in the defunct silent moments of the deep silent night
He is the rain of the moon and crystal-like freshness
On my barren bosom.
I love him, only him
He flies about in my day-to-day life
Being a swift bird
He is in the silent darkness
To lull the bleeding of my wounded heart
In my heart he gives rise to the hill of courage
And the flow of spring.
He is the song of my sorrowful days
And the tide of my rhythm
He is the nurse of the core of my tender heart.
I love only him, only him
He embraces me when I am forsaken by all
In the deep sandy desert
He is in the water, in the wind, in my respiration
He is my inborn mate
He is words, words, words. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Hear Her Whimpering
I hear her whimpering
Her whine,
Her blind loud weeping,
Her outcry
For a morsel of rice
For a piece of bread,
For little water.
And I hear the agony of her inner she
Inexplicable in rhyme. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
My Sorrows
My sorrows- your laughter
My sufferance- your sneer
My tears- your quaint looks
My silence- your din and bustle
Of feast with the witches
My weeping- your resource of joys
You are a man- I am a man
But between what a vast ocean! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
The Poet
No poet has his definite whereabouts
He is chiefly the winged invisible revolution
He is the easy affection of the flow of love
In the wind trembled in times of chaos
He is the laudable tone of hoary heart.
Word is his sword, his gun, his bow
He is far away from death
He lives from heart to heart
He lives through mortal to eternity.
He makes us sob
He makes us weep
He fills our heart with the fuel of courage
He makes us live in death. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
If I Could
If I could breathe
I would have smeared the greens of the far off sky
To your eye-brows
If I could put my hand upward
I would have adorned your hair-lock
With the rays of the glittering stars
If I could be free of the yoke
I would have made roses bloom in your breast
But, O me!
I am chained since I have learned to love. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Tell Me
Tell me-
Who forgets the pain in life?
Let my lexicon have a word more.
Tell me –
Who has not suffered in life?
I would keep my lines hid from him.
Tell me-
Who has not shed tears in life?
I would pull my eyes out for him.
Tell me-
Who has no love in life?
I would sacrifice my soul for him. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
What Do You Want
What do you want:
Soul?
Blood?
Hand?
Feet?
Everything?
Take- here is my whole entity. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Wardman
This compartment is absolutely reserved for him
This little compartment
Decorated well
Around its walls there hung the pictures of the heroines-
A bust of his pre-existence
In the month of July
His dead body would be sent back. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Once There Was
Once there was-
A shower of rain
A bevy of ladies
They halted where to halt
Sometimes they play where to play
Sometimes they danced where to dance
Sometimes they fell into the mud of hearts
Where falling into was prohibited
It is for which they are dead now. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Pain
Its name is pain
Having-
Belly,
Ears,
Eyes,
Head with a hood of thorn on it
Feet without any shoes
Hand-palm painted with myrtle green
Blood like that of everybody
It is just like a man
That-
Cries
Weeps
Bewails
Laments
Sleeps
Eats and drinks
But remains hungry since its birth. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Tiger
Be cautious
Don’t touch it
It is a tiger
It howls like a Western Monarch. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
They Must Die Who are Dead
Stand up
Sit down
Again stand up
Again sit down-
Here is our death.
You make yourself stand up
When you are commanded: Stand up!
You make yourself sit down
When you are commanded: Sit down
You put your head forward
When the rifle is held up-
Forgetting the talk of Green Mountain
And the melody of the hilly rills
Forgetting the bloomed flowers
Silvern cornful fields
Forgetting the talk of men and the dear world
They are you that let the heads put forward to the rifles and death
Here is our problem.
Though I hold your face upward showing the mirror
And the rays of light
You wink and close your eyes and take back your face down
Though I relate you the story of struggle
Yet you hear not
You make your ears deaf
I have gone into the interior of your soul
And found that you are dead
Well they must die who are dead! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Comet
It is only for two days
Comes the comet down the earth
It was for the last two years on the Mars
The king of it purchased it from the lord of Venus
It will be given warm welcome by tomorrow
The gazette proclaims. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
It is Drizzling Rain
It is drizzling rain
From heaven to earth
Oh! No from the sky to the underworld
A heart full of affliction
No rain can wash off the stigma born within.
Like the flow of ocean- tide
It causes our bosom to swell up
But in every morning it gets punctured. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Viper
Viper swallows the words of the dead
The words are the voices of the face of everyday
It lives on yelling loud cry
Like that of the Little Boy or that of the Fat Boy
Nursed well by the New World. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
As I Have Heard
Fork
Sword
Pears
Furrows-
Of war
Our skilled smith will weld them out
To present us peace and comfort with more death! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
It Becomes
It becomes the time of curfew
The night sky has sucked the least particles
Of the rays of the city bathed in the sunlight.
Silent death comes down
In the vein of my blood
I feel the wild weeping of the hill of Patkai
And a river flowing over my brittle bosom
That makes my eyes cry up to bleeding.
The lane and the sub-lane become dump due to agony
The sleepy snake creeps under the feet
The far off agitation of the suffocated traffics
Bring in the complex anxiety of fear.
Life survives, yet survives
And also survives the riddle of the lane
Yet we call ourselves the sons of immortality. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
God
From an African play
God
Comes down
Cigar in his left hand
Costly
He calls upon:
Enkindle it, enkindle it.
Beside him burns the candle of woods
Burns the flower and blood of the newborn babies. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
The World of Yours and Mine
Where the thousand and thousand stars burn to their last particles-
The spirit of the soul desires to be a bird
But no wings!
Alas! no wings
The flag of light drops down
What is the sign of the stars to the stars?
The lost comet appears again deviating from its orbit
There burns the mockery of the sun
The pain of the light is smeared upon the blueness of the sky.
Yours is that sky
That is also mine.
She is our sister
Sister of our all bears the innocent child of the civilization
Rainbow grows in her breast
She exhales the honey of life
But we kill her ignoring her identity. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
We Are in Need of Him
We are in need of him
Who believes:
Through the fallen street
Comes the flight of the sun-light
That would enlighten our dark heart
He is our best guide.
Come out
Let us welcome him with our love. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Welcome
Come from where you are
I am coming out where I am
Let us make our earth the temple of peace. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Can
Up to the mountain
And can cross the sea by swimming
Searching the warmth of heart struggling against the creepers
But alas! I can hardly take my breath
I am strangled. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Poem
Every great poem is a great riddle
Break it-
It would emit the dye of diamond
Suck it- you will get the fragrance of honey
Drink it- it will strengthen you with the vigour of spirit.
Recite it- it will bloom being the fairest rose in your garden
Keep it with you- it will keep you alive.
Every great poem is itself an evergreen tree
That yield fruits through all the seasons
Eat them and grow to live long
Every great god dreads it -lest it would overthrow the throne
Every great poem bears the strength of making
Our heart swells up to heaven
Every great poem survives all the mighty kings.
Every great poem is itself a volcano
That erupts suddenly and engulfs all the dirt
And broods out a newer Earth. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Whose Path is Paved
Whose path is paved?
Whose eastern door is closed?
Is the sun-faced sweet dream false?
Then stop looking
The breast of the sun is also dark.
There are two waves- life and death
Both are ready for their self entity.
Let us explore our respective chariot
Keeping away the circle of ever night
Let us go on our pilgrimage.
The sun is blind
Yet the sun-light is true
Let us enlighten our heart by bleeding
Let us dissolve the fog of long nights
Our soul is the promise of being sunward. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Freedom
The resonance of freedom
Flies from face to face
Where would it take shelter-
Everywhere it is chased to be hanged
The core of it is like that of an egg
Suffocated within. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
The Moon-light
The moon-light the other night
Get welted in the golden dew
The ghost in such a time
Called upon me beyond the river
To enjoy life
But my path is thorny. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Was There
I was there during my whole spring
Amid the red sands
Being the oasis of the desert
But no bird was there. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Here is Nothing
Here is nothing
Step by step only mountains
Snows and fossils-
Fossils of our forefathers
Fossils of decayed civilization
Here we are their offspring
Living in the skeleton. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Words of Life
Dripping my quill
In the chin of sufferance
I compose my verses
With the words of life. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Her Name
Her name is tears
Through my naked chest, it glides down
Smashing my bones
Whipping my hungry cells
From day to night
From night to day
With red flames of wildfire. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
To a National Hero
Thou art obstinate
Thy status is national
Sightless invigilator of pillage
Of exploitation
The monarch on thy breast
Thy field is full of easy-earned riches
The crown of thy head is costly
Thy backbone is replete with affluence
Have thou not heard the whining of a baby?
With thy bare forehead
Thou have frowned at the bare lap of thy mother.
Have thou not felt-
How many cool nights had been spent by thy mother keeping vigil?
Now with naked body
With bare breast
Thy mother is half dead.
If you are a man
Throw away thy status and bow down to the feet
Look at the tears flown out of the wrinkled checks of thy fainted mother. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Gusto
Sometimes I am made dead by the Angels of Death
All my conscience comes to an end
Yet I struggle to live
Snatching the piece of duty from the bondage of time
Recollecting the page of promise
I shake my hand and feet to invigorate the arms of the new generation
With bold inspiration
And fight to restore the broad horizon.
Thus with a strange reawakening
I let the Dove of Peace fly to every bosom of my brothers.0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Hoary Horse
In the silvern night of winter
Comes down a hoary horse of war
And urge me to ride on
I gallop on to the campaign
And fight alone
All my mates run off
And mock at me
I happen to think- why I am born! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Revolution
Do you think- Revolution refers to the transfer of power?
I am not in your row.
Revolution is the inaugurated healthy space of time
Broken out of the stagnant wall of forced darkness.
Revolution is the splendid faces of those
Who are victorious of the Class-struggle?
Revolution is the morning bathed in the white sun-light
It is the thundering of the strangled soul
It is the transparent moonlit of nights
After the bursting of ignorant bullets,
It is the green air after massacre, bloodshed and famine.
It is the spontaneous laughter of children.
Revolution is the harvest of the novel thoughts,
The song of golden hopes
It is the holy rain after drought.
Revolution is the ecstasy of living
It is healthy breathing, a wild breast full love and fellow-feeling. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
My Hackneyed Shirt
I have preserved my hackneyed shirt
in a closed chest with much care
It bears the chronicles of the sufferance of the world
The sweat of my father
The pathetic manipulation of my mother’s tired palms. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Difficult Time
How difficult time it is to grasp up
It is as abysmal as the blue sky
It comes to us as the sun-rays come to us
When with the sighs of throat
I try to forget my pains of breathing
It lulls me to hoary age.
How relentlessly it has grasped away my childhood and my youth! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Suicide
Every lonely night
I commit suicide
The spirits of my dead friends come
And give me the pleasure of their company
Some of them give me the agony of their loveless desire
Some of them give an oblique look at me
Some of them give me their love, some of their abhorrence.
But everybody of them gives me
All their belongings shaking off their heart
And then my dead body turns into ashes.
Every night I commit suicide
My living friends call on me and give me their loneliness.
Thus I live and commit suicide
Thus I die and revive again. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
A Torso
On the left of the junction
There is a torso of a king
No hand it has
Neither abdomen nor feet
Only a chest and two eyes
And with a crown on his head.
On its pedestal is inscribed:
At mid-night it yells for its aide de camp
A beneficiary of the king adds to:
He has to return from the Forest of Africa
By the night plane
Made of ivory. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Modern Creature
It is a strange creature
Sun is her image
Endowed with pink China rose
Comely is her face
Yellow is her hand
Silvern is her feet
Golden is her palms
Her hair-lock is as black as the chimney soot
It walks like a fairy
A monkey plays with her shadow
At dead night don’t go near her
She falls in love with a dream. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
A Strange Animal
Do you know him?
It is a piece of rock
Oh! No
It is a strange animal-
As old as the salt of water
Every day it makes itself new
It strolls about the serene solitary streets
At night its cold hand wants to make me warm
As the moon shines in the night sky.
The strange animal is swimming
Round the ocean
It is amphibious
When the west wind blows
It sings to solace its hungry heart
The song of funeral. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
I Have Seen
I have seen the field seduced by the over-water
The son of the pregnant corn buried under the sands of the river
I have heard the lulling song of the pyre
Caused by our brothers looted everything of the city.
I have seen their eager hands causing fierce devastation
I have seen their hypocrite and greedy rashness
Their living freak of fraudulent
And their ugly sins.
The ray of the sun-light is confined within
That came out breaking the hard uterus of the Earth.
The desert comes ahead slowly
The bunch of orchid flowers fall down in the cote of the banyan tree
Slowly and slowly they efface
All the green and golden colour of the heart
As an inner disease does.
It makes the earth dappled coloured with blood.
It builds the tomb of boughs, trees and flowers with the bricks
Transforming a river into a desert and a fountain into a hill.
A ghost of cicada loses its way while flying from sands to sands for water.
This year the month of December comes earlier
The black cloud of the months of June and July still roaming over our heads.
In the fields of the farmers, the wheat or bazra has not swelled up.
And the dates fall down earlier before they are ripe.
Brothers, let us live! 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Still Today
The flock of white doves does not fly over our head
The green fields of ours do not lull our tired heart
The sun cries up to its throat being separated from her maid
Mother falls swoon whose child is carried off from her bosom
Still today we are dead in life. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
The Bahag
The Bahag comes thus
Ringing the drum and pipe
Carrying in the perfumes of spring
Scattering the tone of love in the heart.
The Bahag comes with bloomed flowers
It comes with jolly sky
But it is far off from the orphans like us. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Give Back
Please give back our snatched-away sun
Since then our sky is gloom and dark
Cloud over cloud heaps up
And our world is buried in the underworld
Give back our sun. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Every Night
Every night is itself a solitary song
The poor poet is its tone
Every night is itself a scarlet sun
The poor poet is its withered light. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
You Taught Me
You taught me, my Love
Life means the marriage of tears with tears
Feeling of joy within its dream. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
When We Talk
When we talk of the world of Peace
My friend, you say of struggle
And then my talk of peace
Mingles with the dyes of the rainbow.
And then both of we become the symbols
Of both peace and struggle
But alas! We are born dead. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
One After the Other
One after the other
The bricks of the wall of the orphan
Beaks down
As if the whole world is going to extinct forever
His every hair turns into a stick of burnt iron
His every sigh reflects
That the human civilization is on the wane
His life is now in the deserted ocean
Amid the torrent of men, he is alone. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Today
I find him hanging in the sky
Being a star
He is as hard as a mountain
While I approach him
He talks boldly of Revolution
And the talk of a gust of storm. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Don’t Be Sorry
Don’t be sorry
I’m a being fugitive
One day I’ll come back
And then you will feel-
I was fugitive in your heart. 0 0 0
Evergreen Loves
Once Again
Once again I’m in the state of darkness
Bereft of a heart to feel
What should we exchange between ourselves?
We are made heartless
Lest we would raise our hands against the darkness!
The sun sinks in blood
Yet autumn comes but not to our heart
But to them who are blind yet pretend to see. 0 0 0
* The End *
Books of Composition by M. Menonimus:
- Advertisement Writing
- Amplification Writing
- Note Making
- Paragraph Writing
- Notice Writing
- Passage Comprehension
- The Art of Poster Writing
- The Art of Letter Writing
- Report Writing
- Story Writing
- Substance Writing
- School Essays Part-I
- School Essays Part-II
- School English Grammar Part-I
- School English Grammar Part-II..
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