( ORIGINAL BENGALI POEM of 1990-s ; Composed after being requested by Editor of a Delhi Magazine and transliteration ow ; 15/ 08 / 2014 )
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Mind or thoughts
have no restraining leash - as
forest - dwellers have of no concrete foot -path !
Just now ;
I am resting reclined , on my River - side Flat- balcony
and my mind makes random flights like escaped birds!
Yes , I have some definite poise and planned design in life
As a person , some of my neighbors tease me
as 'Talented'
yet in the way of real living , I have learnt no disciplined form
but by good luck , I have earned a comfortable and Pensioned
Retired life .
On the wall near by me
an old calender of bygone year -- hangs
and sways in wind trying desperately to get an extended stay.
On the tea table , an old tattered book with a pathetic cover ,- torn
appeals for what ?
Last night , there was 'Black- out' for 2 hours in the town
yet, any ' coal-tar night ' can't frighten me any more
Rather the chaotic and canine face of day-time, --
warn or frihten me -more !
It is long - long time ; I did not visit ' CORBET Park ' of animals
Now , after living in modern Metropolis-life
I have lost further interest in canine World .
I already told in the beginning that :
Mind and thoughts respect no disciplined form.
I love to bother or think on many issues -but
can hardly reach ever to a definite structured conclusion
In boyhood , I dreamed of becoming a poet
but the World made me a doctor ; even a specialist
Even I love the world of Visual Art or do sculpting .
Finally what I became now
was not indispensable to the Society
but saved me from poverty --sure .
For last two days there have been flooding Monsoon Rain
Now on metal- road there are a few water pools
and open man-holes
All these are are almost normal
and even printed on daily News-Columns
Now in Country-side there are reports
of floods and drowning paddy lands
Yes , I have even to mention them while writing
a quite Long Poem .
My Grand mother loved to tell often , - with me on her lap
that -- when I was one year- old
it was almost me that I was dead !
and a small sized -pit was dug for my burial
(while all were waiting-weeping )--
for my last gasping breath
But it happned not and I am
even to day alive !
Even a few years later I got drowned
in our village pool
was found floating by chance by my brother
my Grand mother jumped down and pulled me up
and put my belly on her head and whirled round and round
acting like a hub of a wheel
and snatched me from Death !
And I am since , alive
I am ALIVE ! ---even now !!
This very thought keeps me wondering and engrossed
And since - - - - - - - - -
I have been searching the meaning of being 'Alive'
in all the Books, Dictioaries and even in GOOGLE/Search
to know :
WHAT IS LIFE ? or
What is LIVING LIVING
INDEED ?? !!
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