LONG POEM : Part one

(  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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