Daily Post : Value

In response to daily post’s prompt : Value

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There are a lot of valuable things in our world, out of them I value friendship, the most. I did not have a lot of friends right from my childhood. The ones I had and still have I treasure them.

I had a friend in college her parents married her off when she was less than twenty, she moved away with her husband, I was studying and didn’t have the opportunity to inquire about her.

In the university I had one, she was a very good and sincere friend. I could not correspond with her, she was too lazy to write. I moved to Canada, I did see her when I visited Dhaka, Bangladesh.  I miss seeing her, she lives in Bangladesh and I moved away. I call her sometimes, it is not easy to get telephone connection. Sometimes our circuit is busy, other times the time difference makes it difficult.

To me nothing is more valuable than friendship.

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Daily Prompt: Ode to a playground

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A place from your past, or childhood, or one that you’re fond of ,is destroyed.Write it a memorial.

An Ode To My Playground

Oh my dear playground

Today I salute thee

For many hours of pleasure

You bestowed on me!

 

This materialistic world

Understands not your value at all

They destroyed  my happiness

By turning you into a  mall!

 

I weep and I sigh

I do not know why

I cannot live without you

Even if I try !

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DP Daily Prompt: I Walk the Line

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Have you got a code you live by? What are the principles or set of values you actively apply in your life?

One of the principles I value is treat everyone with love. It is something  priceless and it makes our world a beautiful place.

Secondly tell the truth at any cost, it will be rewarded by our creator.

Third: try to give up the habit of gossiping, you may not realize but it hurts the people we gossip about.

Four : No one is perfect keep that in mind, never ridicule anyone, it will come and bite you some day.

Five: Stay away from jealousy, it is one of those traits that can ruin you as well.

I try to live by these rules and I also remember the phrase ,

” Life is an echo all comes back,

The good, the bad, the true,

So give the world the best you have,

And the best will return to you.”

Friends have a great day!

 

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(Paurosh Pathor )Philosopher’s Stone By Tagore Translation – Ranu

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(Paurosh Pathor)  Philosopher’s Stone  —Rabindranath Tagore

The lunatic moves around in search of ‘The Philosopher’s stone.’

Head full of tangled hair                      covered with dust and muck all over,

lean and thin body looks like a shadow.

Lips tightly closed                             he stays within himself

he depicts himself as a picture of pain and suffering.

His two eyes seemingly looking for something in his mind’s eye.

He has no family,no home,he’s covered with dust all over,

he is poorer than the beggar on the street,

he has so much pride____ he does not value gold or silver,

he does not care for the wealth of the king__

his condition makes one smile,  he does not want anything,

His only desire is the ‘Philosopher’s Stone,’


Lying in front is the  vast roaring ocean.

The rolling waves ,     are giggling

at the crazy creation of the world.

The sky is glancing,    without a break,

the howling wind is blowing unhindered.

The sun rises early morning             in the eastern sky,

The moon slowly shows up in the evening.

Continuous rain      is making a sweet sound,

the deep mystery wants to say___

where is the desired wealth             he   knows everything,

one who understands the language will be able to find it.

It pays no attention,           singing its own strung song

the sea listens to its own voice.

Some are leaving, others  coming,         some are crying, some laughing,

the lunatic moves around looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


Long ago ,in  history ____

a ray of gold was visible on the touchstone  at that moment.

All eyes were on it out of curiosity

they gingerly treaded the path leading to the bank of the ocean___

quietly stood with heads lowered.

Were stunned for a while       closed their eyes and listened

the song of this vast ocean which existed from time immemorial.

Then out of curiosity   jumped in this deep ocean

solved the mystery of this eternal   ocean.

After long sad toil       goddess Lakshmi appeared

in this beautiful world.

On the banks of this sea         the lean and thin lunatic,

was still looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


After all this time,perhaps he has given up hope.

Still he keeps on looking,     he knows not what is rest___

hope is gone, he still did not give up the habit of looking.

The separated bird calls her partner,all night from the branch of the tree,

the unfortunate bird cannot find her mate.

still she calls all day,   hopeless,  untiring___

her only work is to stay awake and continue calling.

And forgetting everything   sending waves up to the sky

one doesn’t know who the sea is constantly looking for.

The more he cries   he cannot get it ever he knows,

Still he extends his arms up in the sky___  this is his solemn vow.

By the side of the ocean       in his matted hair

the lunatic looks around for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


Once the village boy asked him,

‘What are you carrying, o Devotee ,o let me see ?

Where did you find the gold fetter?’

The devotee was surprised,      the fetter sure is gold

when and how the iron turned to gold he did not know.

Wonderful how amazing!     he kept looking at it,

he rubbed his eyes and looked___ it’s not a dream.

he touched his forehead         sat down on the ground,

he wanted to curse himself__

in a crazy fit he looks around___    alas where did it go.

I had my desired wish but it ran away.

He habitually                 gathered so many pebbles,

he hit the fetters with them___

he did not bother to look ,he threw them far away,

he has no idea when he threw the ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


The sun was setting.

The sky was golden colour,     the sea was melted gold,

on the west the bride was dreaming of gold.

The Devotee was slowly             going back to the previous path

looking for the lost gem once again.

He has lost his strength___  and is unable to carry the body’s weight,

like a tree his inner self is broken to pieces.

Old long path                     lying around are dead plants

how far will he travel  on this endless path.

The vast desert is deserted

Impending danger of nocturnal animals is keeping everyone in.

I looked for half my life           when will I close my eyes

the touch I felt for a moment,

the rest of my broken body    I am dedicating again

to go back and look for the same ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’