For My Countrymen
For My Countrymen
(Collected Poems)
By
Menonim Menonimus
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For My Countryme
CONTENTS
When I Die
Guide Me
Reading the Poets
For a Long Time
Inside My Soul
Whiteness
Only to Me
The Moon is With the Caravan
Her Jaunty Braid
Pearls
Do As You Like
Kill Me
The Stone
For My Countrymen
My Beloved is Seized off
The Baby
The Cowards
Don’t Walk Behind Me
Silence
They Did Not Know Us
They Say So
Who is There
She Alone
She is to Melt
With Love
The Postman
I Dip My Eyelashes
How Strange
She is Now
We Wanted to Drink
The Rose
For Freedom
You are Fantastic
You Come
I Was Delving
The Night
Suddenly
The Coloured Meadows of Life
From the Egg of Violet
I Walk Between
I Wander
Date Trees
From the Heart of the Hills
I Am Killed
Come and Let’s Rouse
Oh My Darling
Love For My Motherland
To My Motherland
Journey
Once
What I See
In a Solitude Chamber
A Woman Says So
You Are My Dream
Who are You
This is My Shadow
She Used to Say
Grief
Oh! Beloved
I Will Not Cry
To My Darling
Sin
Princess of Dream
O Brunette
Our Secrets
When the Night Falls
I Imbibe Myself
Love
Mirror
Alienation
Repentance
I Give Away
The Shadow
Yester-night
Prayer to the Sea
FOR MY COUNTRYMEN
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When I Die
When I die
They eulogize me
With all the green myrtle leaves
And all salute my coffin
Homage is paid to me!
But seem not to free me
From the shackles of captivity. 0 0 0
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Guide Me
One day they thronged here
With the olive leaves
And waved their hands biding adieu to me
And with them, they had the questions of eternity.
They thronged here with my dreams
Either in insanity or in sound mind.
While from my forehead the hopes were dangling
And from my palms dropped down the stars
And the forests shunned the sun.
How I draw my lightning on your bed
Guide me…
Guide me, oh Blackness!
From this mortality to eternity. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Reading the Poets
On a cold winter evening
We were reading the poems of the bygone age
Sitting under the elm tree.
Beside me was my dearest one.
I read the lines aloud
And she imitated them with a muffled voice.
Some of them I could hardly decipher
And she commented: all must be gold or rubbish.
We were revising, but with no talk
Sometimes she gave a smile ignoring my heed
Sometimes she dissembled as if she understood them all.
But the portion we understood was the talk of our heart
Written prior to our birth.
Years have passed- long years
I have ceased to read those poets
But understand them better
Which were left to them for being hard to decipher.
She is not with me
I am not with her
We are far away from each other
Sometimes she rings me and says:
Friend, I don’t know whether you like those poems or not
But I myself have become a piece of poetry.
Half understood half not. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
For a Long Time
For a long time
In the heartbeat of our people
Dwelt a Bullet.
Carrying with which we reared up our children
And teach them how to live
And die being bullet-stricken. 0 0 0
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Inside My Soul
Inside my soul I named you
And on your vastness
I stretched the map of the question:
See how I can afford myself
To hunt for such obsessions aggrandized like deep marsh
Transmogrifying the mounts into knockers
Striking the beds of the sea.
See how I can afford to wake up and not to wake up
While the river inundating
My heart’s obsessions.
Out of sand a line of scorpions crept praising as in worship
In the name of the eclipsed promise
There they emptied their poison
Bringing down their luxurious blackness on me
And with no trace of lethargy glistens
As if they were ring doves
Attempting flying in a fragmented space
And to the killed light.
The banners fastened their wedding parties
While they lifted my death
From a temptation that fluctuates
Between hope and illusion
I am with no hope!
While this light that reflects in gold
Is the light of my dust!
As if the palms of hand and dust are one and the same.
As if I and the bullets are one and the same! 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Whiteness
The censor who supervises the errors in the book
Devouring the words
The alphabets
And sentences
With the colons and semicolons
Till my book becomes neither distorted prose.
Oh, my God
What am I going to do
With all such ink and papers? 0 0 0
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Only to Me
Only to me
You insinuated the wound of the heart
And the weeping of the orphans.
You blame me when you come
To peep into my secret agony
And make me hear the elegy
Half told before I was born
In your bloomed heart and lips.
I am roaming about rounding the coarse hills
Moaning in the sea of your love. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Moon is With the Caravan
The Moon is with the caravan
So vast for the dream
Too short for my flesh
Then who takes half of the tale into the lap
Told by none but by the Spirit of Eternity
Whispering to my ears. 0 0 0
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Her Jaunty Braid
Her jaunty braid
When under the shade of a tall tree
Signifies to me
That she is in need of a male friend.
A temptation in her look
Then a rapid turn
To the wild road
Where the street-boys stretch forward their claws
She is in a confined cell now.
She cautiously flutters
Flutter sand floats
Over the Indian Sea
Her blood outruns
Through her deep hot sighs. 0 0 0
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Pearls
Pearls dropdown
Through her dimple cheeks
And get reflected in the mirror of my bosom!
In the course of time, all will go dry
But not her pearls would turn arid!
Though all desert along with I will dry up. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Do As You Like
Take off your hat
And bow down the feet
Of the wind which shakes your long hair-lock.
Once the wind had been your guide,
And heart’s mate
Now bow down and relax
Then sit down under the bare tree
Once it had been thine
It is your love that makes it bald.
You may mind or not
Put a canvas on a tree
Take a pen
Draw an agile woman in sleep!
Or ignore it
You are as free as the wind. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Kill Me
Kill me
But let me have your last kiss
But before you throw my bones away in the bog,
Eat me by piece
But let have the touch of your breath
Before you devour me
In the dark, darker night.
I was wandering my universe
With a sword and small dreams
I rode the world and went stiffly
But on my road, I suddenly became aware of
That my dreams are dead
As I am a captive in your soft cruel hand. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Stone
It is the Stone
Ah, how I convey unto thee
What does it mean?
Is it not a piercing comet
Trailed with a blazing flash?
It is the stone
It is the Median wrath
Exploding the thousand hearts
Of the newborn babies.
It is the Moon
Wandering around the gowns of the night
Awakening the slippery path
Dragging into the alleys of the city
Fusing its beam in the juice of your orifice.
Or it may be the song
To be chanted in the evening prayer
That the saints do
At the break of the night.
It is a stone!
Created in our chest
To be carried with all our life
Waiting for the nice moments to come! 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
For My Countrymen
For my countrymen
I have been sacrificing all that I have
My veins, my blood, my feeling, my heart
I have been forsaking all my entities.
Let the long sleep of my mother be broken
Let my mother be alive again
With all its love and glory
With all her kindness and filial juice
Let my pride melt away under your feet.
Being tired of long travelling
I yearn for your soft chest to sleep in peace
For all the rest of my life.
I adore your eyes, my mother
With the hot tears in my eyes. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
My Beloved is Seized off
My beloved is seized off
By the gust of wind
Striking the depth which was absolutely mine.
My beloved’s sweet madness now is not mine
Her Paine forest has turned into a vast desert for me.
Her smile is no more a star
Nor alluring is her crescent lips. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Baby
The baby’s question declines
And the answer resorts to darkness
Asking about the war that has begun on his heart’s core
Oh! My motherland
Who wages the war of bloodshed?
What is the reward or punishment for voicing against the war?
What is the guilt of emptying a will full of tiredness
And the hungry looks of the eyes
Have I not the right to live and breathe? 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Cowards
The cowards
Can’t sleep
Because they are in great dread of victory
Though God is not unkind to them.
The brave can defeat everything
Every mountain, every plateau,
And the deep depth of darkness
Except for death!
Everything
Moves towards
The end, towards the eternity
That teaches us
How to seek gold
Out of shedding blood.
Is it possible to get together
Both love and hate
In the face of the same star. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Don’t Walk Behind Me
Do not walk behind me
Like my shadow
Nor before me
Like my spirit
It is the time to be just a friend.
Don’t escape the dew drops
Just sniff its scent to enjoy life
With the fragrance of tulip.
Do not grieve over the martyrs
Just follow their footsteps
And go ahead to the battlefield
Like a bold son of our mother. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Silence
Why does the silence
Beat me with her elbows
Just like a deceased beloved does.
Though I’ve lost myself
Her soul is with me
And raptures within me
As every song gets tone in the throat of a singer. 0 0 0
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They Did Not Know Us
They did not know us anymore
We drifted from the cloud in the obstinate morning
Towards the azure eyes of the sky.
That was busy following the shadow.
She effaces his image in the exuberant sea waves
Telling me the talk of hunger
And the tale of her twittering lips.
They used to find
Our smiles that we exchange between ourselves
At deep dark night
Beside the bank of the river.
Let them call us blind
We are lovers. 0 0 0
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They Say So
They say so
That the first steps on the ladder
Start with the beginning of dawn
That leads us to the dear lap of our mother
Who keeps awake all the hour
Embracing us in her bosom. 0 0 0
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Who is There
Who is there
With the floating cloud
To remove the poems from the bosom of the sky?
Let him die unborn
The poem is the soul of civilization
That keeps the existence ever young
From time immemorial to the future through the present
Knitting our hearts with the needle of love. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
She Alone
She alone
Exhaust her time
Standing by the side of the window-pane
For all the summer, for all the winter
Waiting for a perfect prince.
Alas! The king is death
How could the prince be born? 0 0 0
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She is to Melt
She is to melt in the ice
With all her youthfulness
Looking for a poetic night
Forgetting herself
She gets torn within. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
With Love
With love
I contemplate the endless blue of the sea
I behold the wings of dreams
Running over the waves
Like heavenly gleams
Singing in divine joy
The song of love and freedom
The song of life
I sail with my passion,
With my love
Leaving behind
My home
My language
My sect
My complexion
My worries
My fears
Walking hand in hand with my beloved. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Postman
The Postman came off and on
With the news of the universe
Delivered and departed.
Someday he came in the morning
And someday he came in the evening
Carrying about your new tidings
Sweet were the letters
The fragrance was in the alphabet
Days were the night
Nights were the days
When the coded signs were deciphered
I smiled within myself
Joy was in my moments
Lively was my life
The hand palms were full of shining stars
The eyes were brighter
Even I could see in the dark
Spring had been my winter.
Alas! Time
You have gone on your way
Leaving with all the baggage of your joys
Now the postman has ceased to frequent
My days have turned into nights.
So is our love
Gives joy for a moment
Sheds tears for hours. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Dip My Eyelashes
I dip my eyelashes
In the night’s sweet scent
And I kissed
On the evergreen leaves of memory
Sprinkling my sorrows
Under the shade of a cloud
Wetting them with the blood of ink
With the water of rain.
My longing passes by
Being mellowed with memory
Let me sip
The juice of her absence
Her sweet, luscious image. 0 0 0
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How Strange
How strange was her love?
And her way of walking to the moon:
A word after a word
A wave upon a wave
A sail that I could not see through the veil
I will stay here asleep until the night breaks
Like a blind bat
And then will cry on the top of the flowery hill:
O you the beloved one
Come back
Let us decorate our valley.
Let us dream again in the endless night
Until Death carries us together to immortality. 0 0 0
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She is Now
She is now in a state of oblivion
Lying under the night’s armpit
Encircled with grief and waiting
No one remembers her anymore…
She awaits the emergence of dawn
From the breast of freedom
And for the sun to come out.
For uttering a word of freedom
She used to dream of the river and the sea
Of forests of evergreen trees
Of gardens of dates and grapes
After her, we wrestle like madmen
For a drop of rain. 0 0 0
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We Wanted to Drink
We wanted to drink wine
So they burnt the vineyards
And we had to quench our thirst with muddy water
Nothing remained but an image of the homeland
In the form of a burnt sod
Martyrs are they
Who died for our sake.
But we are dead
Who will remember them? 0 0 0
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The Rose
The rose with which I shared my fear,
Is now in utter decay.
It is time to perceive, and ponder over it.
It is time to borrow words
From their throats
But I am suffocated to death.
The worlds are in dread
To which all are accustomed to embracing.
As the solitude to solitude. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
For Freedom
Then I will come back to you
To give my face to be hit
And give my tongue to be cut
My mind to wake up
My heart to live on
And my blood to be washed away
On those forlorn days of slavery
Under the shadow of the sword
I shall come again being a soldier. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
You are Fantastic
You are fantastic
As a dream,
The cheeks are like roses
Shinning in the morning dew
When they spread their lovely petals
On the face of desire
I love you!
As the night loves the darkness
With all the jasmine fragrance. 0 0 0
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You Come
You come
While I am nailed to the window
With one half of my heart
And the other half on the table
Then the rose shows its exposed thighs.
With shock and pain, she asks me:
Why my fingers are falling apart,
Like the woods of historic past?
I tell her about my people
And how they are
Let us draw near each other.
But she leans on me
With her wet hair over my tears,
And my songs are aggressive, unruly and shy
But a history of oppression
Where for seventy springs
We are kept in hunger. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Was Delving
I was delving
A place in your heart
To sow the seed of love
That my reality may grow within you
How can you instill hope
Without I?
You’ve come
Please don’t leave me
Keep your hand upon mine
Let us enlighten the dark cells of our motherland
And then leave me
Or love me till the end of life. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Night
I’ve enkindled a pair of candles
To drive away the loneliness of the darkness
As the moon desires to play with the sea waves
In the lonely solitude night
But in vain. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Suddenly
There is a well
That is thirsty for centuries
Beside the crazy mountain
Beyond which there is a valley
There my dreams are collapsing
Like pieces of the tower in an earthquake
Suddenly. 0 0 0
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The Coloured Meadows of Life
The coloured meadows of life
Decorates you, o my motherland.
My dear motherland,
I am piled up with your comely memory.
I sipped the wine of fear
From the mirror of tranquillity.
I thought dyes would wither
I was astonished to find it
Passing through the chasm of Destiny.
Eternity inscribes its letters over our face
Days are passing by like my shadow.
I am driven out from the benign lap of my motherland
And the heavy mist surrounds my hopes.
I will sing in spite of all the meadows of pain.
I will sing,
And get closer to you
That you may bring the prophecy of my wound into reality. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
From the Egg of Violet
From the egg of violet
A bird comes out
Being burnt in grief.
It sails up to the sun to be healed
To be healed by the moonlit in silver night
Stirring the womb of creation.
It wriggles around me
Grasping my poetic acumen.
I long for the bird of the violet
To smell his aroma on every lonely night
Thus I find myself wandering.
Losing my poetic imagery. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Walk Between
I walk between the walls of siesta;
Your memory pushes me
Whenever the night’s darkness makes its abode.
I stand at the ruins of charisma
To be wrapped up by its aroma.
Come closer
O seizures of the solitude.
You are squeezing out my juice from my veins.
Taking hold of my fate.
Making me chase your sorrow
In sole solitude night. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Wander
I wander into your eyes
To engrave your name
On the plate of my heart
Wait a while,
O seizures of my spirit
Quench my age-long thirst. 0 0 0
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Date Trees
The date tree has bewitched you
Snatching you away from my entity
Leaving me forlorn, pain-stricken, wretched
Throwing me up the sky
Like a planet
To be subservient to you Lordship. 0 0 0
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From the Heart of the Hills
From the heart of the hills
A tale was born
A tale of a maid
Who adores the rocks,
Leaving the living soul behind
Embellishing herself with the imagery of a poet
Thus she comes to a nonentity
Without knowing it. 0 0 0
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I Am Killed
I am killed
By your prettiness
O, the pretty princess!
Memories rebel against my livery
As a nap takes me
To the state of unreal dreams
Of the past and of the present. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Come and Let’s Rouse
Come and let us rouse our heart
Within us is a longing for beauty
That can be had only by our mutual love
And within our insanity
And within our defeat
And within our lust
That can be had by our mutual kiss.
Sad and depressed is the morning nectar
Grief-stricken is the face of this morning
Who keeps burning till its last entity?
Within me a desire to sip the talk
Of the river
That becomes silence in my body
To the daylight which is embellished with Jasmine
And flows towards the thirsty veins
And towards the spot where you are. 0 0 0
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Oh My Darling
Oh my darling
I have the season of love
Like this spring morning.
I have uneasiness
Within my desire
But I am among all the deprived
Dream alone
Heavily breathe alone
All alone, suffering from the sleeplessness of the veins
For your absence for long. 0 0 0
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Love For My Motherland
We all are wrapped in divine dreams,
Plucking the rose of creation,
Sipping your luscious juice,
Drinking the toast of love,
Feeling the moment of your invisible touch,
Singing and dancing all day,
Leaning on the voice of madness,
The trees stand all alone,
Naked, mournful,
Shrieking out with thirst and desire,
O homeland
My soul weeps
My heart is heavy and cold with mourning.
I will slay the image of death,
The yoke of slavery
That hides in the cave of sorrows,
And burns this fate,
And get you rid of the captive dungeon of hell
To a place where we will become the brothers of freedom.
Embrace me!
Take away the thorns of bitterness
From my bosom.
Let my eyes see with your light
Then let me sleep in the palm of a dream’s reality
For I have nothing but this warmth
Of your affectionate heart. 0 0 0
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To My Motherland
A crazy vicious moment
Without warning has got erupted
The lamps of love extinguished
The heart became void
And shrivelled.
O, my motherland
Sunk under with blood and fire
Death copulates with our futile past, present and future
Everyday compels us to embrace
A thousand new tragedies
The youths of dreams get aged before time
Dawn hides itself inside a speckled serpent
Bitter malice makes us our enemies.
O, my motherland
Which bird will find a nest?
Which butterfly will find a flower?
Oh, my motherland
Make me your voice
The voice of the tortured and compelled
Ponder upon the tears of the orphaned and the bereaved. 0 0 0
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Journey
Being mad of the unseen
My soul sours up to the eternity
To feel utter ecstasy.
Entering the gates of heaven
Wrapped in celestial lace
Being wrapped in the light of the stars,
Followed by a choir of angels singing,
I prostrate
Feeling tranquillity in my spirit.
I hear a voice coming out of the aura
Saying:
Upon thee, I bestow my mercy,
Exalting thee,
Placing thee in the heights,
Choosing thee
Among my beloved ones…!
But, before entering the eternal garden of love,
Let you pass through all the gates,
And behold my reward, my penalty,
My blessing, my wrath!” 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Once
Once
I played with the companies of fire
And kissed their lips
And they mine.
And thus I got burnt without being ashes
Once I slew my friends
Because I inherited grief from them
And a living death.
My beloved came
Lamenting me with no tears.
I said to her:
‘I have been living forever.’
She said to me,
‘You are dead since your birth.’ 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
What I See
What I see in my house
But remnants of past memories
Twittering in tranquillity
Like bursting volcano
Spreading the flames of fire unto our breasts.
My past memories always run around me
And before me
They see me crouching in the secret corner of my home
Where there is no gleam of light.
My past memories are as brilliant as the mid-day sun
And strong like a mountain
As stubborn as the history
As compassionate as my mother’s breast. 0 0 0
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In a Solitude Chamber
In a solitude chamber
Dark and cool abide,
Valleys of darkness glide down
Through the drops of blood
And from its eyes, rivers of tears explode to flood.
And from the cheeks of cool
Comes out the blaze of fire
All of a sudden a strange woman steals into the chamber
And engulfs both the two. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
A Woman Says So
I am a woman
With dreary distant dreams
And in my soul
Stubborn laws.
Rhythm melts
From the eyelashes of my spirit
My loved one comes unto me
Offering distance kisses
That gives me immortality with death.
Now I am in need of silver silence
To realize whether I am dead or immortal.
I am in need of an island
To expatriate my tears
So that love may make me mad. 0 0 0
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You Are My Dream
You are my dream
A dream after a lost dream.
In my eyes the imagery of the past poems
That embraced their beloved
With all their beliefs and disbelief
So I am aspiring to embrace you
At day, at night
Every time as I did in my dream.
To you, I had handed my heart over
Embrace me as you did
O my beloved one
Please don’t send back my heart. 0 0 0
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Who are You
Who are you
Turning my verses to be trembled
In such a sweet spring?
You come to me as a poke,
Gathering me from the remnants
Instilling me over your gaps
And then you disappear
Leaving me in shapeless pain. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
This is My Shadow
This is my shadow
Extracted from the sharp side of a sword
Like a burning flame
Scattering darkness of hell. 0 0 0
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She Used to Say
She used to say to her shadow:
Whence do you come?
Who is your father?
Who is your mother?
She asked
While I was searching for my soul in her bosom.
I replied:
How can a dead spirit speak? 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Grief
She came out of his world of grief
Leaping up and down in ecstasy
Her loved one says to her:
I am overburdened with joy
Let me share some of your grief. 0 0 0
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Oh! Beloved
Oh! beloved
I stood up and said to my eyes:
Stand up and look at my eyes
And see the ruins of people who leave it alone
Calling those who built it
Censuring those who ruined it
She said: O house, what happened to you?
Did the days change you?
And where are the people who lived here?
Did you get any news after they quit?
Did you?
They were here
They had dreamt here
They had drawn here
In the very bosom of my mother. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Will Not Cry
When I met you
You wiped away the tears from my burning eyes
To meet you my eyes are blind
And my eyelids tremble with moisture
Being hopeful for a better future!
O my beloved, I am here with you
To take a firebrand from you
To get power from your light.
From here, my beloved
I am trying to hold your hands
And besides your head, I want to put my head
To rise up my forehead with yours to the sun
O beloved, you are like the mountain peak
And like the flowers of our homeland
How could I crush me?
How could I climb up to you?
Make me dead
I swear, after this, I will not cry! 0 0 0
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To My Darling
O my darling,
If you possessed the spirit of my madness
And some of my dense desire
The days to come would change the scars of sorrow
And build gorgeous palaces out of hard stone
A jewel of diamond
In the shore of life.
You are like water to the thirsty soul
And the anthem of my future.
You are my poetry
The Muse of my verses. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Sin
I pray to God every day
In all my prayers,
I plead to God to forgive all my sins
Except for the sin of loving you.
In the sanctuary of your love,
I am a refugee
Appealing you for the touch of your lips. 0 0 0
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Princess of Dream
You are the princess of my dream
The dewdrops of my memory
And echoes of my words
In my loneliness.
And in the heart of mine
A ragging gap
With the past breathings.
Princess of my dreams
Don’t rill
Reveals to me what you have
I am your trustee.
Princess of my dream
You are like the Sun in winter,
Tampering with daylight,
Rippling like a glittering stream,
You are the fence of my tears. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
O Brunette
O brunette,
The night is jealous of your eyes,
Of your golden black hair.
Roses are jealous of your fragrance.
The mermaid is jealous
Of your chubby cheeks
The vineyard is jealous
Of the sweet honey of your saliva.
The sky is jealous of your eyelid’s blue
The sun is jealous of your shining beauty.
O brunette
Let me be your captive. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Our Secrets
Our secrets are
Pearls hidden in the heart’s cell,
Our tunes are like the strings of voice,
Our secrets are like arrows
Imprisoned in silence
Slumbering in the eye’s pot
Stuck in the tete-a-tete.
Our secrets are sparrows living in our haunch.
When we approach to embrace,
They fly away! 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
When the Night Falls
When the night falls
I put my memories on my eyelashes
And get sleep over the membrane
Like a river that never meets the sea.
I sail within myself,
Striking the hurricane
Floating with the sea waves.
And then I die
With the dying night
With every drop of rain
With the darkening hours
As you rob me
Of my everything.
And then I take birth again with the sun rising
Being Death-stricken, agony beaten. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Imbibe Myself
I imbibe myself.
Being deserted along the shore of solitude
And come across my coming future
Being dipped under the throbbing of your every pulse.
I fall down like pieces of paper
I quench my thirst from a bereaved land.
I am strange to myself
My heart is on the aged woman’s lap
To overhear your whispering. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Love
Do you take pleasure in the taste of loneliness?
Have you ever tasted this?
Do you know?
It is a cigar sold in street- shops
He who sips it goes to the dog
And he who tastes it not repents till he takes to sip
So is our life in the hand of the goddess of Love. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Mirror
All the mirrors are bowl-shaped
Except for the face of my beloved
Reflected in the mirror of my heart. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Alienation
He was declared a quisling a year ago
And was exiled to an Atlantic island
This very year he has returned to his motherland
And find him aliened in his own land. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Repentance
I repent for my loss
And in my loss, you feel joy
My loss and your joy
Are but our inheritance come down
From our predecessors. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
I Give Away
I give away my all
To you, my friend.
I give my smile
My joys,
The dye of my hair,
The long mustache cut short
I give you all
My heart, my soul
My past,
My future
My birth
And my death.
Kill me with your affection
Or give me life if you like
In your bosom.
You showed me the leaning tree
I don’t abhor you, my friend, because of your way.
But because in this unmanly age
It seems you are nobody
So for this reason, O my friend,
I jump down and fall
With no regret at all. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
The Shadow
The shadow takes a rest
Under the Peepal tree every noon
After it gets tired of waiting for its soul.
It opens up its mouth
To drink a drop of honey
Dripping down from the rain
And leans on its own cheek
As on a pillow.
Thus the shadow descend
To be tired every noon
And to take rest under the Peepal tree
Being unaware of its existence. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Yester-night
Yester-night
The photo of yours
Kept on my table
Whispered to my ears
I closed my eyes and heard:
You are drinking the juice of life
From the cup of death
I startled and wept all night. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
Prayer to the Sea
O sea
Would you like to hide me
From the clutches of many a hyena’s claw?
That keeps chasing after me
Day and night, night and day.
Would you like to wash away my sins?
Done alone in a solitary night
Being tired of memory.
O sea!
Would you embrace me?
With the swift paces of a war-horse?
O sea, baptize me in your Sanctuary. 0 0 0
For My Countrymen
*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..
- To My Native Land
- Motherland
- Best Motherland Poems
- Dear Motherland
- White Heart Poem
- Love Poems
- Love Poems Collection
- Best Love Poems of All Times
- Sad Poems
