UTOPIA
Emptiness has its own grief
In the boat of the solitude boatman...
The grief sounds
I see a conformity
between the bird and depression, between water and mirror;
But only you and me have been failed to make any conformity.
We play ourselves in an opposite tune of stone and water
in the barn of speeches all day long...
Neither you nor am I,
All tents of the commercial world are plunged in the top stain of the pain of ours.
At dawn when I walk in the orchard
My grand mother recites the poem with a sweet cadence;
I think I can reach far away following the street of the verse,
the village of Krittibasa;
In fact the path of Jibanananda is longer more than long.
I offer some old happiness to the left hand of the courtyard and feathers a few
And the dawn of my own
The emptiness of mine belongs to me.
The fog descend in the world of contrast, the dust flies...
I could know that at the moment of touching the stem of your orchid,
Therefore I learn the coin of searching the afternoon.
The unhappy dawn of mine
said to me many times-
'O young man
How will you hide
the touch of night of warm feathers?'
Then I see the secret flower has already gone off,
The stung lips tremble and the innocent wounds of mine.
About this poem
Routine bound everyday life never interests him. Unbounded world of natural beauty and bohemian life always enlivens the blood. He roams on the drenched sandy beach of the sea as a traveller lost in the pensive world. As an iconoclust, he never conforms to colour, race and national boundary. Conflicts of the society, ostentation of the deadly weapons and afflicted restless world pain him. Narrowness, dogmatism, malice and ugliness of the society hurt him and deepen his mental agonies. more »
Written on May 08, 2019
Submitted by girishgoiric on May 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXABCB CDXE XXXADXXB XXX FXXXEXF |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,223 |
Words | 257 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 4, 8, 3, 7 |
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