Long Maa Poems
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I swear to tell you the truth
Nothing but the truth
But your heart is so feeble
And your spirit so brittle
A whiff of it will make you syncope
A little tyrant I am glad you are no pope
No Ceaser not the next hope
The people would die on knees
Just because you sneezed
Who carried the wind to make me sick
Its you or you or you it can’t be the breeze
A woman without accountability
A mother killing the son
Mumbi had nine daughters
The fable was prophesy
Its a image so broken
But a reality too open
You cursed me to remain your pup
And nothing more
You just robbed the world
So that you can see me rot
In a cold room
Dying of pneumonia and spiritual clots
You want to be right so bad
That I rather die
Than you see me smile
For a thought that is truly original
And If you are reading this
I really understand the criticism
Just wake up and leave
Grown ass man sitting and *****ing
But you need to freeze in my coffer
Watch your life thaw away and go
While you remain in situ like a statue
Maybe I go lick someones behind
Until they find it amusing and pay me in chains
But ass is not the spice for me
New chains are strange and grim
Then maybe I go dig and dig my grave
But I am tied to smile at visitors
Sit when told to sit
Broken broken broken
Broken until the truth would make me scream
Man and wife
Once upon a time
Wife was taking her bath and by her body clay she made a kid
After wards it alive by the source of her body energy
Then she shy and quickly address him go out I will come
He did that.....
The man name is Sristrikarta vaibhav Vilas
He asked where is sarswati who you are..... And what is your name.....
Kid reply no name
Then he said when you don't have any name it's mean no astivaa and cut off his head.
Wife feel the pain of death of her kid she got angry and in that she was making parlay
Of entire universe..
Man told shanti shanti but she takes durga Kalli roopa
Man told everything and said
We put the name rahu katu
She is not santh then man said OK cut my head and create one more she agreed
That time I was get my name ganpati and comes for eleven days in a year.
Story finished
What the story lesson was condolences for our family and world
thank you
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
Life is beautiful!
Let us take the opportunity to live it well and be happy till it lasts.
- Dr. Geeta (My Inspirational Maa)
a message to me on 12/3/2020 at 11: 08: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)
O dear Maa
Yes, life is beautiful as you said
And I’m smiling thru its stunning touching
The earth is the mother of all beauties
Nature comes to nourish motherly care
Yes,
we have to live happy-positive till it lasts
By the elated eyes of your inspiring words
I feel better mentally in this lonesome life
My father- Mehbub and mother- Mehbuba
The greatest mercy of God for me; But
To seek my roots of soul I live alone as-
Modern City Monk!
No; The covid-19 still couldn’t attack me
But ambushed my immature job; shattered
I’m on the path of independent surviving!
Oh! No way to leave the oar of life’s boat
All the stars twinkling, the bright moon tweeting,
Still, harsh not the dazzling slice of the sunlight is,
Not the bitter cold in the wings wind of wintry fogs is
Yes, still I’m rowing my boat thru positive and peace
Here, in my country city thru the lamp of meditation crest
I feel the spiritual fascinated dance which you did best
Inspired soul smells the fragrance of Narayaneeyam wisdom
O’ I’m elated, raptured, in me I find the touch of Mohiniattam
Now it’s you and the insightful words, from the Mumbai city, awake me,
leads me to the lamp of Cheragi Pahar where Pir Badar Awlia meditated
I can’t be more agitated with the broken heart to find my entity
It’s for you, my “Inspirational Maa” I declared here, to you I’m dedicated
-05.12.2020 Chattogram
***
Dedicated to Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon,(Mumbai India; Female; 70) a revered member of poemhunter.com
for her details need to visit www.mohiniattam.com>geeta
I’m inspired to write this from the below quote-
“I am sure, by early next year, all will be well.
Meanwhile, keep your will power, strength, and hope
Please do not feel offended, my writing like this.
It is a motherly concern from a kindred spirit.”
- Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 12/3/2020 11:08:00 AM (GMT -6:00)
Salam wrote a letter, O my beloved motherland
Rafik wrote his letter to you,
And Barkat did that too
We could not mourn in oblivion, for all, they
Still, they will never be forgotten, they sacrificed
Never to be left alone, in oblivion.
Remembrance
leading us to the tragedies of lives along the way, blood on a pitch black hue
Made the petals the strongest red, flowers , on a fateful tale
And chrysanthemum knew those pages with alphabets, soaked and dripped
The alphabets of Bangla,, a fathomless tear , an oceanic droplet
impeccable, unpairable
and the legacy ponders along
Name engraved on a bloody fateful day
A drop of red on a churned up green
And the world, a wanderer of the last cause of a value, a journey , a saga
an epic started on a gothic day with a bloodshed , stubbornly fateful.
you and I and they, wanderers of ages in legacies of time
Will remember along,
In a page, that lingers through the stories of time
To be born again, in eternal time.
acknowledgement:
A patriotic song of Bangladesh