Part III
Once in childhood , my grandmother, putting her bless-full hand on my head
told me --that , I had no chance of being alive as :
on the Seventh month of life I was ' declared Dead'(almost) and
my eldest uncle was waiting--------------------------
after digging my burial pit on our canal side, counting my gasping last
but I eluded DEATH and am living now
I am LIVING now !; Really ?!
This very thought is so much amusing to me--and
more many times in my life I have searched the meaning of the word --"Living"
in Dictionary of every shelf , far and wide and even today
I do not know the Real meaning of the word --" Living "
nor found clear cut meaning in books , all over the World , --I roamed .
The wild horse --Memory ,respect no reign or whip
yet life has allowed me travel , --all over the World -almost
And I remember most , - my maternal Uncle's house, my childhood World
on river -bank side.
No they were not rich but had a very wide River rear their house !
Even unto boyhood , I walked alone , to that River -bank
and looked and looked ,-spell-bound ! - at the milk-white floating clouds , in white
on the light-blue endless sky;
The boat-men sailing with packed air in sail, while singing
in deep sonorous voice ,-- those **'Vaatiaalee' songs. affecting me so much
though that was not the age , to grasp any meaning of their songs !
Yet, the musing stereo voice would covey so much with no need of meaning , any kind
and --with a back drop of silvery dancing river, the flying cloud , the bluish vast sky
boatmen so much alive in songs !
Even to day, I can smell that earhly muddy smell betwix my hands
That river , even to-day , comes often in my dream-
And---------------------
that fullness of my childhood happy life
was snatched and but
chered by mamon and Shylock greed
of our Political Dice-game and the WORLD War II. !
and severed my Mother-land into TWO ! !
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** River-song of the-then EAST BENGAL.
Once in childhood , my grandmother, putting her bless-full hand on my head
told me --that , I had no chance of being alive as :
on the Seventh month of life I was ' declared Dead'(almost) and
my eldest uncle was waiting--------------------------
after digging my burial pit on our canal side, counting my gasping last
but I eluded DEATH and am living now
I am LIVING now !; Really ?!
This very thought is so much amusing to me--and
more many times in my life I have searched the meaning of the word --"Living"
in Dictionary of every shelf , far and wide and even today
I do not know the Real meaning of the word --" Living "
nor found clear cut meaning in books , all over the World , --I roamed .
The wild horse --Memory ,respect no reign or whip
yet life has allowed me travel , --all over the World -almost
And I remember most , - my maternal Uncle's house, my childhood World
on river -bank side.
No they were not rich but had a very wide River rear their house !
Even unto boyhood , I walked alone , to that River -bank
and looked and looked ,-spell-bound ! - at the milk-white floating clouds , in white
on the light-blue endless sky;
The boat-men sailing with packed air in sail, while singing
in deep sonorous voice ,-- those **'Vaatiaalee' songs. affecting me so much
though that was not the age , to grasp any meaning of their songs !
Yet, the musing stereo voice would covey so much with no need of meaning , any kind
and --with a back drop of silvery dancing river, the flying cloud , the bluish vast sky
boatmen so much alive in songs !
Even to day, I can smell that earhly muddy smell betwix my hands
That river , even to-day , comes often in my dream-
And---------------------
that fullness of my childhood happy life
was snatched and but
chered by mamon and Shylock greed
of our Political Dice-game and the WORLD War II. !
and severed my Mother-land into TWO ! !
_______________________________________________________
** River-song of the-then EAST BENGAL.
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