A Spark of My Poem
Parthajit Borah *
I rue at dead of night over the lost ethos,
Fallen string of my Guitar blissfully
Formed to clatter the unsung song
Of the winter at my lips.
Kindling flame of hopes incessently
catches the spark of my poem for
Uttering the euphonic voice of the time.
The burnt words of the poesy
glitter at the furnace of trepidation.
I unfurled the flag of victory at the edge
Of my fortune to swing free at the happy pendulum of pride ethos.
Now, feelings are shattered at the
hands of cruelty, emotions are knitting
At the spinning wheel of time.
Flying kites of the vast smeared
the intoxicated blue of the horizon,
Mind is lost amidst the cloud
For forming a new poem to chase
The lost image of the late winter moon.
The dong of the remote temple
awoke the verger of the Church
For the philanthropic prayer .
The victory of humanity is merged
From Church to temple , masjid
To heart at a little distance.
I join my hands to God ,I bow down
My soul to Lord ,I surrender to
Almighty with mighty longings.
I chase myself behind the happiness
To hide the agony of the earth.
* Poem written by Parthajit Borah ( resident of Assam, India) for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on April 01 2018.
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