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Ranendra Sawan Poem
Darkness persists,
Then in moments appears the vitreous hue
On the horizon
as vision from nowhere filters through
the benighted heavens
the lonesome moon shivers
in apprehension
as her belamy flickers its last
and regresses into the past
Tranquility resounds everywhere
a peace so peaceful and joy so joyous
for everyone to share
yet who but the few stricken by Love
or the ever awake mother dove
have from their slumber this trice to spare
or perhaps the farmer awoken
by some dream that tickled his heart
or the wife goaded by some urgent task
to be done from her chores apart
or the breaved who keep vigil over their dear
ones or those forced by hunger or tiresome wear.
Apart from these, the wandering fog and the silent trees
the cold dead rock and the chilling breeze
testify the morning cheer
More light pours in and nature shows herself
the fog dissolves
the clouds are red and gray
the mynahs and parrots shatter the silence
the rooster announces the day;
the lingering mist over the pond kisses the cold water
as lovers parting at the break of day
after lovely long night hours.
The roscid chrysanthemum shies away
at such a doughty act and shudders
as the wind steals its fragrance and makes it sway;
Harrow! the witeless fogs are wiped by the dour rays
of the Sun, who infuses life in the world of men.
Copyright © Ranendra Sawan | Year Posted 2018
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Ranendra Sawan Poem
I kindle a candle at every bend
as years of life I routinely spend.
It is in the haze of one such light
that I step as a man this passing night
with a vision fresh and emboldened.
The sands have trickled through
the hour-glass and new
perspective holds yonder
a promise befogged but true
in the endless fields of future
A clinquant brightness shines ahead
should I sing a dirge for the dead
years? Or rejoice for the lucre in the offing
and a mellifluous chanson I will sing
A lot I leave and more I seek
but its a tale of perfidy, and bleak
nature; to think of my loss and gain
and of the happy and youthful rain
that inspires noble thoughts within
as also the same nostalgic gloaming
that thaws my heart and stirs a pain
of soft-bedded dreams so lucent
that destiny has so cruelly hent
but then, I dream again!
Thus I leap forward, toward light
and what’s left behind, I never might
turn to gather, but in my doting hours
under a starlit, pensive night
wonder at those bygone stars.
Copyright © Ranendra Sawan | Year Posted 2016
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Ranendra Sawan Poem
My love is like the fresh fragrance
of youthful blossoms in spring time
My love is like two dancing cranes
blissful to the season’s rhyme
and my love’s like the humming bees
and tender calls of nightingales
my love is like a pleasant breeze
that wanders in the mountain vales
my love is Nature’s sunset art and the soothing cool
of the fairest moon, and diamond stars
that glitter in God’s heavenly pool
But my love is worthless, for though it submits to thee
With my every breath, yet you never seem to see.
Copyright © Ranendra Sawan | Year Posted 2018
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Ranendra Sawan Poem
The night in silent splendor spreads a magic play
of a million stars and the suave, sly Moon
unchains the childish breeze that rushes over the sea and away
towards lofty mountains far; and sings to me a lovely tune
of my love song; O, shall carry it over the endless sea
which heartens the shores with unending kisses and shows
shimmering images of earthly light as those of the portals of eternity
and deep within hides numberless secrets forbidden, who knows?
In the trees a pair of night birds plays; my heart simmers
and the blossoms seem to tease me, their fragrance spent.
Is the creation happy because I am in tears?
Pleasures are bountiful, yet for me naught is meant
everyone seems heartless and each joy is undone
how may I celebrate nature,my love, when I am alone?
And though now I spend my night with the Moon
my soothing companion will shortly be gone
as he shall meet his beloved too soon
beneath the silent, secretive ocean.
That lovely blush will also disappear
from the tender petals of the pink rose
then with whom shall I seek cheer
when these flowers shall their fragrance lose?
All fantasies and fables lose their capacity
and the beautiful moments that make me happy
shall pass away and no further comfort me.
Alas, for a wretched loner there is no company.
Thus deserted, when I think of thee
All my hours and flowers return to me!
Copyright © Ranendra Sawan | Year Posted 2015
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Ranendra Sawan Poem
My love turns to spite when I fail and lose
this game, though the failing is all but mine
a demon from within is let loose
desperate and fierce as one could imagine
the steady rhythm of my pulsating vein
turns restless and a turbulence begins
as my heart seeks revenge for pain
and cares not who loses or wins.
But, sweet love, you are not for me to possess
for the monster turns upon itself and stabs the heart
and gnaws upon the soul; life drains out in a cess
I fall at my own hands, and torn apart
for when I think of your angel face
hatred melts and revenge is helpless.
Copyright © Ranendra Sawan | Year Posted 2018
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