A Bengali Poem translated by Ranu

The following is a Bengali poem I read when I was attending Primary school.

A pedestrian walking on the road,

Was bitten by a mad dog I’m told.

So severe was the canine’s bite,

It poisoned his leg with all its might.

He lay on his bed with severe pain,

His daughter overlooked Dad’s pain.

Instead she took him to task, said, Oh Dad,

You could’ve used your teeth to bite him back.

Writhing in pain the father explained,

The dog did what dog’s do

It doesn’t look good for

It’s improper for a human

to do the same he groaned!

……………………………………………. ūüôā

365 days: an epic poem

Goodbye dear Delhi

A to Z

All you children wake up we’ll leave today,

Bags packed before clouds darken sun’s ray.

Cautiously mom completes her cooking,

Danger seems imminent as we were looking.

Evil sights were visible at our front door,

Friends called out, you can’t wait anymore.

Goodbye dear Delhi we softly whispered,

Hey loot this house , man in bicycle uttered.

I was terrified thinking they’ll kill us,

Just like statues we showed no emotion,

Karma can’t be the reason for our condition.

Lord knows how far is my Dad’s office,

Man is making us suffer we have no choice.

Never did we dream one day we’ll be outsiders,

O creatures of God our feet are sore with blisters.

Please let us rest and allow us to hire some taxis,

Quietly we’ll leave this place it’s our promise.

Rest assured we will have good memories of Delhi,

Sadly we’ll leave our abode of several years,

To those who will replace us to you our cheers.

Unable we are to welcome what’s waiting for us,

Vast open land will separate us from our city.

Woe to those who are responsible for this break,

Xylophone alone will never cure our heartache.

Year will pass, nothing will standstill we know,

Zip your tongue mom says and let us go!

WordPress Prompt: Opposite day

A Poem

Writing a poem is not my only option,

I decided to take a different selection.

I sometimes like testing my weary mind,

Will it cooperate and try to be kind.

There are days when it appears stagnant.

Today I wish it’ll try to be brilliant.

Whatever happens I’ll remain an optimist,

It doesn’t do any good to be a pessimist.

………………………………………..:) or ūüė¶

Daily Prompt : Soil, A poem posted by Ranu, written by Sir Walter Scott

In response to daily post’s prompt :¬†Soil

This is a poem written by Sir Walter Scott:

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own my native land!

Whose heart hath never within him burn’d,

As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,

From wondering on a foreign strand!

If such there breathe,  go, mark him well,

For him no minstrel raptures swell;

High though his titles, proud his name,

Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;

Despite those titles, power and pelf,

The wretch concentrated all in self,

Living, shall forfeit fair renown,

And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,

Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.



DP Daily Prompt: Gut Feeling

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When’s the last time you followed your instinct despite not being sure it was the right thing to do? Did it end up ¬†being the right call ?

About three years ago, I read two lines written by a poet in Urdu, out of curiosity I searched on the internet to find out about this particular poet, luckily I found out why he wrote those lines, which led to another surprise I discovered a gentleman was offering online courses to study about him.

Instinctively I decided to take these courses, I was helped by the facilitator who registered me, I was delighted, I was a bit concerned in the beginning,but it turned out to be a¬†fascinating subject to learn, I also have something to do in my free time. I’m continuing to do these courses, I must say I enjoy every moment of it!

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DP Daily Prompts: By Heart

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You’re asked to recite a poem(or song lyrics) What’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it stayed, intact,in your mind?

The poem that immediately comes to my mind is one by : “A psalm of life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Here is the first verse:

Tell me not in mournful numbers.

Life is but an empty dream!—

For the soul is dead that slumbers.

And things are not what they seem.

It has a special meaning to me because I learned this when I was seven, my memory was really good, which is what I was told by the Nun my teacher.

I liked it also because it rhymed beautifully. Today when I think of it I like it even more because it is such a meaningful poem.

The next verse is even better:

Life is real, Life is earnest

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

It’s truly a wonderful poem, this one will always remain intact in my mind.

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/dp-daily-prompts-by-heart/





Writing Prompt: Landscape 365 days, May 9th

When you gaze out your window—real or figurative — do you see the forest first,or the trees?

Where I live there are very few trees,recently my neighbor got rid of her one tree because of the worms. Now when I look out I see a patch of green grass and nothing else. My lawn at this moment has tree which only has bare branches,it’s not a pretty sight,hopefully in the next few weeks the temperature will go up and the leaves will make their way back to make the tree look half decent.

I’ll then love to gaze out my window and try to write a poem, imitating Wordsworth,until that time comes, I’ll think of Wordsworth’s poem, “I gazed and gazed but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought.”

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Mubarak (Lucky)

There was a time when things were different. These were the times when I met this family of three: husband, wife and one son. The wife was a very generous woman. She was always ready to help anyone who needed it. Their son went to boarding  school.

Her brother-in-law died at an early age. There was no one left to look after his three kids.¬†She and her husband took ¬†them home. They were spoilt and like their father weren’t interested in getting education. The uncle and ¬†aunt ¬†devoted all of their time helping these kids. Soon it was apparent they were not interested to ¬†study.

The two boys and the girl did nothing to better themselves. The aunt became ill. She was unable to do anything for them. Instead of helping her,they cursed her all the time.

A year later the aunt died. The uncle had to shoulder the responsibility of the kids. The boys loafed around and the girl had a new boyfriend every week. This went on for some time. Call whatever you will,the luck of the girl was soon going to change.

She met a new boy friend,they spent their time having fun. The father of the boy found out about his son’s girl friend.He wanted to meet the girl. The son was nervous,he was actually planning to break up with her. He was raised in a very wealthy and ¬†religious family. ¬†He was afraid to tell his Dad about his girl friend ¬†he knew he wouldn’t approve.

On the insistence of the father. The son brought his girl friend to his home. His father met them in his living room and asked both several direct questions.

Father to the girl: Do you love my son?

Girl friend:  (extremely nervous) could not say, Yes or No.

He turned around and asked the same question to his son. The son was  shaking,he could not say anything either.

Next he asked both, “How long are you dating?”

Both answered ,’one week’, their voice was barely audible.

The father announced ,they’d have to get married within a week. Preparations were made to have a big wedding.

He told the girl to forget what had happened in the past. She will have to begin a new life. Her name Bulu, was changed  to Mubarak.

Within a week they were married.

She was a Bengali and her husband’s family were from Uttar Pradesh, India,they moved to Bangladesh after the partition of India.

Soon after  Mubarak gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She stayed home and only went out with her husband and in-laws. Months turned to years and the baby girl was five years old. Mubarak was a changed woman she devoted her time  helping her new family  . It was a transformation no one thought was possible. She surprised the doubters.

Mubarak helped her mother-in-law with household chores,she herself  learnt to cook  and took  care of her family. Besides helping her in-laws, she spent a lot of time with her little girl . One day the girl saw some guests in their living room. She was excited. She ran to her mother, she took her by her hand and told her there were some new people she should meet.

Mubarak noticed some male guests. She explained, “Darling your Dad and Grandpa will be with them soon.”

“I want you to go and talk to them,” she said.

Mubarak told her quietly, “I don’t go in front of male guests.”

Little five year old did not give up,Mubarak took her to the next room and explained why it was so. Little Faria was growing up to be a cute kid. With her mother’s help,she learned to read and write. Soon she was memorizing poems. One day she recited one of her poems,she asked, “Mom do you like ¬†my poem?”

“I do, Mom said but It sounds like a parrot.”

” Parrots can’t learn poems,can they?

“Yes if you teach them.”

Mubarak’s job was to teach the poems with expression. Then she explained the difference. She told Faria about the parrot they had. It learned a sentence and would always repeat it, “It was khoka Babu’s here.” It didn’t matter who came in.

Faria burst out laughing, “You sound funny Mom!”


This is my entry for SPEAKEASY #147 Word Count:716

NaBloPoMo Nov.14 I am Lost Ranu’s post


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I am lost

I don’t know

What will I write

I browsed through

the Reader

hoping to find the

prompts given by WordPress

On my way I found

My brand new friend,

Her name is Kavita

What a beautiful name

It means ‘Poetry’.

I stopped and read her poem,it is so amazing

I wish I could be as talented as her

Do drop by and read it yourself

If you don’t believe me.

I am back with nothing to write,

WordPress ,Can You Help Me?