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Somdev Chattopadhyay Poem
Here, she is somewhere nearby
Tell me, how far away you go is the milky way
How close, you feel a secured hour !
I will go, I will go there some day
Still sitting is the spring honey-bee
There is nobody in that city,
Parents, broken house, dusty childhood
Nevertheless, she is present there
Say, how long way you go is the horizon
How much rain forms a lake !
I rub the ruthless clay on face
And celebrate the day of love
Laugh alone silently, I hold your hands
And say, I am still today
Sure to meet together
I am also here on the border all day
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Somdev Chattopadhyay Poem
My little Zohra, How are you ? How are you all ?
Now, festive mood is in the air
Sister may be decorating your beautiful soft hands
You look so sweet and mother adores sitting near
Yes, today is our Independence Day
And you love so much your school celebrations
The torn clouds are flowing above the Jhelum
And little Zohra is going through all the obstacles
Running through the valley amidst rain and sunshine
So Zohra, then you will stand firm
Vision fixed at the national flag and fist promised
And across the nation,
The whole lips will utter together, the national anthem
Do you know Zohra, I've never seen a heroine like you
You're the daughter of your father indeed
Hey No ! Don't mind again, wipe if tears down
I know you're very fond of your father
Whatever you ask, father will do it
You don't play without father, don't eat a single piece
Seeing him lying asleep in the box
You were very sad, cried, weeping all day long
Trust mother's words
Wearing the Jammu & Kashmir Police's uniform,
Father went on pilgrimage to Hajj
He will surely come back with new dresses
And with chocolate gifts for you
Beloved Zohra, I'll know about your home address
And I'll reach any day
Even father may send gifts through me
Have patience and don't get angry, please
Whenever you are upset, look at the night sky
How do the sparkling stars come out of the clouds
And how does the silvery moon ?
When the winter is over, you will see the 'Orion'
One of the three distinct stars is the 'warrior woman'
Your mother and as your sister is
And you are just one gem of the gem warriors
Dear Zohra, you will also grow up talking to the Sun
And the morning birds, river, mountain and springs
And some day, you will understand
What actually the independence means
Feel brave !
Be sure ! the fire, the ammunitions and
The rushing pieces of stone will be stopped one day
All my love for you
Be well, let's end it today
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Somdev Chattopadhyay Poem
I heard many times before
When sad and emotional
the mothers become trees
And cloud, when they get more sorrow
And a piece of rosary
when they are more than sorry
I knew long ago, the Annas and Paisas
that grandmother carried at partition time
are stale coins now
Like country, like the river Padma
mothers are being divided and exhausted
And they used to sacrifice
I have seen many times before
Lighting evening lamps at holy basil base
Praying before the divine mother Laxmi
Spraying river water after immolation of idols
And chanting 'Oma Santi' hymns ...
Mothers always wish prosperity
I thought long ago that
Jerusalem via Nabadwip is a long distance
And the journey is impossible beyond border
Yes, I have seen a mother's womb and
Mother Teresa as well
Mothers are God, become God in the Order
Copyright © Somdev Chattopadhyay | Year Posted 2019
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