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The Whispering Beak – Poetry from Bengal

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The Whispering Beak – Poetry from Bengal

As I dream always, someday, you forget to close the door

And I fly to the blue leaving comforts of the golden cage

Far behind

[author title=”Suhina Biswasmajumdar” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Suhina-Biswas-Kolkata-Bengal-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Suhina Biswasmajumdar is a writer from Kolkata, Bengal. A life-long devotee of Swami Vivekananda, Suhina is against any discrimination. Two significant life-forces propel her – ‘love’ and ‘writing’. Suhina’s book ‘Tumi’ (you) and Songs of Silence (A Journey to Love), are collections of her poetic thoughts.[/author]

 

 

The Whispering Beak

Each and every morning I wish

If I could I would disturb you

When you prepare bag for your son

And tiffin for your daughter

I look……

I look from the balcony where I’m supposed to…..

Supposed to behave unlike me –

Just the same way, you behave and play

Throughout your day

Why only day? …  Months  … years    …. And

Perhaps the rest of your life like your mother, her mother and theirs

 

I look at your smiling face where sweat

Decorates whimsically

Plays with you like me…. disturb you

Unless you wipe those bubbles like your past and future 

Successfully, may be casually,

Casually!

I don’t know casual means – is it careless or else?

Leave it. Let me enjoy your morning and my wish to disturb you….

 

In your forgiven-corners anyone has right to disturb you, anytime, by any means

I see, I watch, and I decide to disturb you So that you feel your forgotten face and mask

Make you feel free to dream to fly

As I dream always, someday, you forget to close the door

And I fly to the blue leaving comforts of the golden cage

Far behind,

I know I may not fly with my feeble wings

May then your society and vultures laugh

But try and try

Once before the final kiss of the deadly death

I give a try

A try to fly … fly …or

Soar…

Soar high … from where I dream to cross the horizon

Who cares if dreams lie!!!!!

Interval

They can’t cross the threshold

Or they don’t

Do they hesitate or fear or anything

Perhaps they don’t bother now nor even care to enter,

I know, I know their feelings, read their minds

Are they angry with me or…..

No, never, but I hurt them,

 

When I need to take their shelter, when I should share my feelings with them, when they’re ready to give my support

My vulnerability denies,

I rush to my friend and fiancé

I trust my folks and foes

I fail to break the chain of sins and suffering,

 

They watch, they wait, and they wish to turn

But then, I open my mind

From that prolonged hibernation…..

 

My fingers love to be with them

Once again, we’re going to draft….

Urgent dream project of us, future durable world!

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