IN MEMORY OF DR M K SINHA

Abu Siddik
23rd July 2018

(A Dirge)

And when the sun sets, and darkness descends

We have to cross the river,

No pain, no sorrow, no dirge, no lamentation.

Why do you cry, my friend?

Let us be true to earth,

Let us be true to life.

Let us go to an alien land

And cultivate, and make rows of flower beds,

And drink honey, and sleep on the heavy boughs of stars.

Let us look at the humongous dark trees

And bath in the mellowed dew, in morn and evening too,

And lie on long untrammeled grass.

Let us scent the wild flowers

And hear the humming bees,

And see all day the spotted, streaked, speckled butterflies.

Let us make a bonfire

And pass the moaning night clasping hands together,

Beside a bare cottage amid a forest deep.

Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

Tags: dirge, elegy, lamentation, memory, Poem

This Post Has 6 Comments

I am rajdeep of dpt of eng 1st yr
26 Jul 2018 Reply

This is a great poem……….
1. Abu Siddik
  29 Jul 2018 Reply
  
  thank you very much Rajdeep for liking it.
Dipankar Ghosh
27 Jul 2018 Reply

Sir, it is one of the best poem I read…
Abu Siddik
29 Jul 2018 Reply

thank you Dipankar for enjoying it.
Chinmay
3 Sep 2018 Reply

Awesome
1. Abu Siddik
  5 Sep 2018 Reply
  
  thank you Chinmay. I appreciate your posts too.