Sitting by the windowpane, I enjoy the untamed rain.
There, that puddle, messing the drain!
Never will form rain again!
The half-burnt candle won’t be full again!
That broken vase will not be one.
The sea has washed away the lover’s name.
The victory of mighty nations is mere history now.
Great rivers have dried and some changed course.
Wild have walked the earth and are no more.
The Earth is weary and will give up soon.
Yet men continue their reign.
But things cease to be permanent.
And so the children of men.
They’ll soon be the puddle of the rain.
And the agony of their loss will be forgotten.
As indomitable, permanent time shall heal the pain!
So rejoice my friend, listen to your heart,
Live the moment! Catch the running train,
Before you grow to be the puddle of the rain!!
--Ekata Banerjee
hey ekata....finally read ur puddle in da rain....
ReplyDeletewas going through it wid a lota intent...itz good... buh u can get real betta....like from "the earth us weary....children of men...." otvc is gud :)
finally u visitd d blog! well thnks for ur insight..its gud 2 hav a poet like u as mah critic ;)...i'll try to keep up wid ur expectations..do go thru d other posts..
ReplyDeletesee i'm no poem critic or somethng..
ReplyDeletebt i feel dat u cn b btr..
bt still it's engrossing nd nobody cn take it lightly.. neways keep workng..
l lykd some of ur lines.. infact 5 or 6 of dem..
Hey....read ur poem....i m lucky..on my first visit to blogger..i got to see some amazing work...the selection of word was too good...
ReplyDeletei liked the part where u say the puddle wont form rain again...and half burnt candle wont be full again...
gr8 work....keep it up...
@Aditya...i'll hav 2 consider ur comment my PTBF ;)
ReplyDelete@Anuj..thnks alot..i ws kinda doubtful bout d responses regardin dis poem..but all d same, im happy 2 hear frm u.. :)..keep coming back
Regards
Ekata
hey let peotry be subtle, itz a nice attempt but got a bit essayish in the end.. let the rain fall on my window.. ur window or our window... it doesnt matter which window. just let it fall and let your words search the through the marks that it leaves behind.
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well amit...im nt much of a poet..yet i'll try 2 entertain ur suggestion :)
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ReplyDeleteHey! that was a nice one,though me too not an athourity to comment on poems,liked it thats all,and i loved the comments too,its nice to have people around pointing out & encouraging us on what we have wrote & what we can...thats really nice :) u r lucky.
loved this one!
ReplyDeletelast two lines did complete justice to the poem
thanx for ur comment on my blog...keep visiting and yea keep writing.. :)
@Readers Dais, @freelancer thnks fr ur comments keep comin back.. :)
ReplyDeleteliked the line" The half-burnt candle won’t be full again!" ....these lines are the soul of a poem...keep writing ..good work..
ReplyDeletethnks Tarun..keep visiting :)
ReplyDeleteHey... nice one...
ReplyDeletem ur fan nw . . .
ReplyDeleterealy vry vry impressiv . . .
keep writin . . .
gr8 work . . .
@ Arindam: thnks..its been quite some time now since i visitted blogger.
ReplyDelete@Gautam: lol my fan? makes me feel like a great poet..thanks anyway.. :)
//Live the moment! Catch the running train,
ReplyDeleteBefore you grow to be the puddle of the rain//
The highlight, for me. Keep writing.
Regards,
R.R :)
the efforts,the thoughts are noticeable,indeed...but the poem would have been sublime had the poet herself been detached from her projections !!! should it be so,the poem would have been incredibly forceful!
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