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Megh Mallhar: The Song of the Rains: Poetry, #1
Megh Mallhar: The Song of the Rains: Poetry, #1
Megh Mallhar: The Song of the Rains: Poetry, #1
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Megh Mallhar is an anthology of poems. It is about the rains and the songs that are a part of the wet earth. It is about dreams dreamt in solitude with the advent of the storm clouds and the pitter patter of the rains. It is about love, life and the laughter that comes with them.
 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 20, 2023
ISBN9798223860815
Megh Mallhar: The Song of the Rains: Poetry, #1

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    Megh Mallhar - Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay

    AUTUMN LEAVES...

    WHISPERING WIND...

    Stone Angels

    Stone angels do not weep.

    They wait in dark catacombs,

    With tired and grey moments,

    patiently.

    As the moon dies a ghastly death,

    Each fiery autumn dawn,

    And the laughter of the river reeds,

    Pierces the bosom of tartan horizons,

    Drenched in the blood of antediluvian sins.

    Stone angels cannot weep;

    They are doomed to stare into nothingness.

    Calla Lily

    I am now a sleepy calla lily.

    They place me in silent graveyards.

    Yesterday, I was their sunflower,

    Today, I am a grey wisp of smoke.

    Yesterday, I was the summer rain,

    Today, I am the winter night.

    Yesterday, I was an unfolding woman,

    Today, I am a blurred and brittle memoir.

    Someday, my epitaph will softly hum

    Songs carved out in stones,

    Of twisted human dreams,

    And the myth the fools call...

    ...love.

    Fallen

    Each time I fall off this pedestal,

    I embark upon a new journey.

    Moments lovingly

    Word-studded,

    Dusk-washed and,

    Dawn-dried.

    Moments, when I forget to crawl out of my abyss,

    Or perhaps, when the grave becomes

    Yet another blossoming cradle,

    Fanned by waves of silhouetted darkness.

    The abyss is my redemption,

    The pedestal, my agony,

    And falling becomes more wondrous

    Than the ecstasy of rising.

    I Renounce You

    Enmeshed, cossetted,

    Engraved in my chrysalis,

    I am a sable-winged

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