Mon Ami,
I wonder if Milton, Keats, Byron and millions of those envied minds could do a minute without their quill, their home? I call it home. It lies doggo at some niche, leering at my waltz with time and then when I bid goodbye to the perfunctory trail of the day, I can hear uproars mumbling. The oracular tympanum gets on the move. I almost give in to the twinge but I'm hugged with grace. IT is DEXTEROUS! Here I step into my Home Sweet Home- the unison of pastel moods, of ideas contradictory, ideas making allegory; to bewail mirth, rejoice grief. You make home my pen. It is at your tip that I learn to live, learn to live for, every moment every day.
" swapner neel khame,
ural aami bhorbo notun kore;
akasho kusumo choyone,
melbo pakha tomar torun naam e."
I wonder if Milton, Keats, Byron and millions of those envied minds could do a minute without their quill, their home? I call it home. It lies doggo at some niche, leering at my waltz with time and then when I bid goodbye to the perfunctory trail of the day, I can hear uproars mumbling. The oracular tympanum gets on the move. I almost give in to the twinge but I'm hugged with grace. IT is DEXTEROUS! Here I step into my Home Sweet Home- the unison of pastel moods, of ideas contradictory, ideas making allegory; to bewail mirth, rejoice grief. You make home my pen. It is at your tip that I learn to live, learn to live for, every moment every day.
" swapner neel khame,
ural aami bhorbo notun kore;
akasho kusumo choyone,
melbo pakha tomar torun naam e."
The above lines give way to an inspired rhyme.
Certain Bengali words have been emphasised with an 'O' just to make you pronounce them in that way so as you do not neglect the iambic pentameter.
daruuuuun! speechless!
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ReplyDeleteThat was a wonderful expression of yours. the photos brings out the thoughts more beautifully.
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