In my place
nothing has changed
the languid breeze still fills the field
and sunlight kisses the mountain range
In my place
the sparrow soars high
adorning the wide blue sky
and the cuckoo sings lullyby
In my place
Ducks still swim in open pond
chirping birds breaks the dawn
and the dancing trees sways along
In my place
in the morning blaze
children of tomorrow run and play
shaping the future with wet clay
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a lovely tribute to ur homeland. :)
everything will remain the same thr
but the same children who are shaping the future with wet clays today will move on from thr.
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ekhono baritei accho tumi? kobe firbe?
Very gud!!!
Really..Its all so beautiful in my place..I miss every bit of it :(
you make everything sound beautiful
@Preeti: Thanks...I am already back to the humdrum of Delhi once again and have stealthily slipped into the role of a robort .... ekhon odbhut lage bhabte that aamio ekdin shei bachcha gulor moto kheltam oii khola mathe...but in the name of shaping future i ditched my homeland aar ekhon ekhane bosha....anyways kichu korar nei....that's life may be.....keep walking!!!
@Tanaya: I am already missing all that...sakaler prothom aalo ghasser aagai pore shekhane..aaar ekhane...building aaar flat barir churai....that's the difference....i have to wait for another year to taste all that....keep walking!!!
@Sagorika: Welcome back! We all really missed u all these days...hey, i want to watch ur movie so once u come to delhi please send a copy for me...keep walking!!!
anorak- this poem seems to be soaked in homesickness. hope you are going home sometime soon. :)
very lovely, BTW.
so lucky u are... in my place "everything is changed" thats why I can't find my home... whn I reach home... everytime I think that.. oh I'm going home... I'll be at home... ah... then when I reach... oh... "where is my home?" I feel.. thats not my home... those are not the people I knew... !! this is humiliating... this is depressing... and u stand helpless... homeless... I know... how hard to face this truth....
u have written so well...i want to visit ur place.. a place of long long time ago...
very nice, a combo of euphoria and despair. the ducks still swim and the children still play in the fields, but the way we are destroyin our fields and water bodies all that may soon change.......very touching full of emotions..................
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