Another great short poem from contemporary poet Sreya Dutta. Written in bengali, this is a masterpiece of poetry.
What is this face, less clear and clearer
The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger-
Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye
Whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet
Under sleep. where all the waters meet.
Bowsprit cracked with ice and paint cracked with heat.
He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948, “for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry”.
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were–I have not seen
As others saw–I could not bring
My passions from a common spring–
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow–I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone–
And all I loved–I loved alone–
“कद्र कीजिये…. इज्जत कीजिये”
क्या पता कल हो ना हो.…
A beautiful poetry of love and separation.