A Rose is a Rose is a Rose
A Rose will I give to you,
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You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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The Poet the poet
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You are not a stream
O poet the poet,
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Muddupalini
Was a Devadasi
And consort of
King Pratap Singh
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Michael Madhusuda Dutta__ Homage
On 26 th January, birthday...
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Inner Realm
Pain in heart
Poignant pain In the wall of my heart 💓
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In all, scintillates Thy divinity.
In all, Thou art, Thou art, Thou art.
O Lord! In all, Thou art, Thou art, Thou art.
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MADUCAYAN, ILI TAKO (MADUCAYAN, OUR PLACE)
Att.Basilio Wandag Melvin D. Banggollay
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Mist in modern discourse:
protesting decor, Lavender Mist.
Dismissive of mist's specifications
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THE GREEN
How deep could I plough I wonder!
I know my limit, I hear the Thunder!
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Dear Writer,
Congratulation for your 'Epical Novel'.
Your linguistic and literary skill beyond dispute;
You too write extremely good hand.
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The terracotta temple, the small-small temples,
Standing as historical heritage and legacy,
Which you know not, I know not,
But there is history hidden in them,
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Even after writing for so long, I could not be a poet,
Even after so many years of practice, I am not,
The poets and critics went through my poetry
And the papers of criticism
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Maha Nanda Sharma who used to teach in a college
In Bulandshar
Before moving to Meerut University
Did his Ph.D. on P.G.Wodehouse
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Sitakant Mahapatra,
An Oriya poet of Orissa,
Orissan myth, populace, art, culture,
Thought, society and tradition,
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Rama Series (Written in continuation of, in commemoration) / O, Singer of Rama, Strange Singer! People Will Go Away, But Your Song Will Remain It Here/ Song of Rama/ Strange Singer of Rama
Foreword
I do not write the poems keeping in view the epical formats, but the poems get tagged to naturally to take the canvas and length of epical poems and so the case is with my Rama poems which I have been intermittently to discharge my emotions and feelings just as a compensation for from time to time to recuperate and to recover from tragedy and trauma felt in the aftermath of the loss of lives. How to console the broken self? Where to gather moral strength? How to repair the damage? The haunted houses dilapidated and lying as mouldering heaps of debris and rubble with the input phantom listeners listening and whispering, where to go leaving them? Death is a great leveller and time is the best healer, how to ignore them? My end, I know it well, there is none to be by my side. I do not want to waste my precious time just after engaging with words and if there is something to read and say to, say you definitely passing them on and if not, keep them aside branding it rubbish. And with this, thanks, let me take leave of you!
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Burning the midnight oil
Wrote he
Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained,
A poet with a massive plan
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Is an epical Hindi poem
Recreating
The desertion of Yasodhara
By Siddhartha.
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Though written earlier, he could not pursue and follow it then
As for being a boy of eighteen to take up commerce,
The kernel of Chariot of Dreams was sown earlier
And he wrote it then,
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The Ramleela which he saw
Staged in Couva
Remembered he for long,
The epic fragments and their dramatization,
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Bhim Puja
I can see them at work,
Making a large clay idol
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Sloka, is the most common Sanskrit meter and is a descendant of the older Vedic gayatri
The sloka, meaning 'song', although metric, is not considered poetic.
It functions more as the equivalent to Western prose with lines and meter and
is often used in narratives or epics.
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The City,
The buildings,
scraping,
blue skies-
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Amongst the greater plane
Resides unconditional love
No known pain
Just pure ecstasy
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it has now gone an epical song
like the fables of Homer and Ramayana,
or else a national anthem like the poem of Tagore,
in India and lesbian song of Brenda Fasie in south Africa,
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Well adjusted, and amended analytically strung.
Decisively disciplined, deliberately done.
Fixed in its framework, effective, efficient.
Purposely planed, it’s precise and proficient.
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Driven to a corner by resident chimeras
Shivering underneath a self woven tapestry
Depicting grandiose deeds and epical conquests
The thinness of the fabric given rich texture
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Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.
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From the begining to till todate...
The image, I delineated in my heart
The epical love I am contenting in me
From the smile to your tears...
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God has enabled you to live long
Up to the rare age of ninety years
Not as a blessing to you whatsoever
But as a curse of Knowledge,
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Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@yahoo.com)
But I remain a believer in my ancestral religion
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After forty years with two months and twelve days,
Since you, great modern Dionysus, did leave us,
You, shrink of masses who turned our souls ablaze,
Deserve from the tomb of the earth's vileness...
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I am not gone berserk to claim my life
Or else why should I be born
To die and resurrect for eternity
For sure I don’t want to die
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(Pranayi-Gitika)
= = = =
Lovely gesture you are.
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Immortal poet thou art.
Great poet thou art.
Forming profuse emotions,
thy excellence bears a splendid,
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When the righteousness fades,
Incarnation occurs.
The thought is epical,
But the changes are radical.
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Brother Iran, I feel your pain.
I feel it as when the Turk fled Spain.
As the Jew fled, too, that constricting span,
I feel your pain, Brother Iran.
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At the Feet of the Goddess
by Michael R. Burch
'What will you conceive in me? '
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He Lived: Excerpts from "Gilgamesh"
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I.
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To My Dearest Professor and Supervisor Amy Sequeira:
The tiny tinkling sounds
of dawn are gently breaking.
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Beaten for the bad jinx,
I crossed the way for some squares.
In my drunk and dying steps
I was delaying the rejection that in my shoulders cheated.
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And the leaves of the trees falling like snows in winter
No matter how long they’ll get on the ground and falter
Time will keep watching as they’re flown in mid air
Still innocent to the weight of their complicated affair
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The sun graces its shine
in the wonted epical mannerism
of goldish radiance
on Earth's massive face.
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