Living Hope
When I heard the spurring whisper
Like a numinous euphonic jangle
My spirit harkened in blithesome tremble
The line of nexus
Though in swooning spangle
Like starry speckle
I deciphered, but in eerie medley
My heart a glowed
But in triumphant bundle!
Sachchidananda S. Kore
Love Loves The Spring
Everything in the physical world
Has its own congenial and genial
Season and love has its own season
And truly is it the sprightly season
Of spring that causes and controls
The mighty mainspring of love in
The honey-comb of the haunted hearts
Of passionate lovers and lovely beloveds.
Lush and luxuriant vegetation puts
On a green garb of fresh foliage and
The wise wind willingly wafts away
The pleasant perfume of fresh flowers that
Sweetens the hearts and noses of young
Lads and lasses who fall in love
With each other ardently and avidly
And who are in the good graces of
Cupid-the lusty and mighty God of
Love who adds love's loveliness to
The vernal beauty of external nature.
Everything in the physical world
Has its own congenial and genial
Season and love has its own season
And truly is it the sprightly season
Of spring that causes and controls
The mighty mainspring of love in
The honey-comb of the haunted hearts
Of passionate lovers and lovely beloveds.
Lush and luxuriant vegetation puts
On a green garb of fresh foliage and
The wise wind willingly wafts away
The pleasant perfume of fresh flowers that
Sweetens the hearts and noses of young
Lads and lasses who fall in love
With each other ardently and avidly
And who are in the good graces of
Cupid-the lusty and mighty God of
Love who adds love's loveliness to
The vernal beauty of external nature.
Ibukun Abraham Lawore
Masterpiece
You are priceless and
one of your kind,
i have a mixed version
of your eulogy on my mind.
I have your fine name
written in my diary,
i have your beautiful picture
painted in my gallery,
i have i thought of you
beaming in my memory.
You are a great thing
the lily of the valley,
the most beautiful thing
i have ever seen,
the natural source of being happy.
Your graceful smile left me convinced
perfectly created and a must to have,
you are-all just
because you are a masterpiece!
You are priceless and
one of your kind,
i have a mixed version
of your eulogy on my mind.
I have your fine name
written in my diary,
i have your beautiful picture
painted in my gallery,
i have i thought of you
beaming in my memory.
You are a great thing
the lily of the valley,
the most beautiful thing
i have ever seen,
the natural source of being happy.
Your graceful smile left me convinced
perfectly created and a must to have,
you are-all just
because you are a masterpiece!
Amitava Chakrabarty
Insane
Small bits of myself was shattered on the floor
And scattered it lay smeared with blood of pain
I gave the healer time to nurse the sore
To pick my pieces and recreate myself again;
Thus up I stood with fractured inner core
Where wound did heal but gaping scars remain,
Inflicted soul sought to escape the gloom
And cool the careworn veins where nature bloom.
Oh! Words Oh! Words had tormented my nerves
And made a perfect orifice through my ribs,
What love did breed such vengeful venomous barbs?
And ripped the strands of closest relationships;
What divine purpose the lashing tongue did serve?
Those scurrilous, vicious, cruel adjectives,
Today in tranquil lap of mountain vale
The curses impinge me in gusty spell.
Small bits of myself was shattered on the floor
And scattered it lay smeared with blood of pain
I gave the healer time to nurse the sore
To pick my pieces and recreate myself again;
Thus up I stood with fractured inner core
Where wound did heal but gaping scars remain,
Inflicted soul sought to escape the gloom
And cool the careworn veins where nature bloom.
Oh! Words Oh! Words had tormented my nerves
And made a perfect orifice through my ribs,
What love did breed such vengeful venomous barbs?
And ripped the strands of closest relationships;
What divine purpose the lashing tongue did serve?
Those scurrilous, vicious, cruel adjectives,
Today in tranquil lap of mountain vale
The curses impinge me in gusty spell.
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