Bangla Desh
My friend came to me, with sadness in his eyes
He told me that he wanted help
Before his country dies
Although I couldnt feel the pain, I knew I had to try
Now Im asking all of you
To help us save some lives
Bangla desh, bangla desh
Where so many people are dying fast
And it sure looks like a mess
Ive never seen such distress
Now wont you lend your hand and understand
Relieve the people of bangla desh
Bangla desh, bangla desh
Such a great disaster - I dont understand
But it sure looks like a mess
Ive never known such distress
Now please dont turn away, I want to hear you say
Relieve the people of bangla desh
Relieve bangla desh
Bangla desh, bangla desh
Now it may seem so far from where we all are
Its something we cant neglect
Its something I cant neglect
Now wont you give some bread to get the starving fed
Weve got to relieve bangla desh
Relieve the people of bangla desh
Weve got to relieve bangla desh
Relieve the people of bangla desh
song performed by by George Harrison
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Praise for the Country
At the very beginning praise the liberated Bangladesh
Sufferings of the liberated land were not deported yet.
Then I salute motherly homeland
Blood stained mother, mine destitute mother land.
Praising Bangabandhu Mujib who
Sacrificed life to free motherland,
Begging pardon from him and
Start crossing the mighty ocean by remembering him.
Keeping his name in mind raising voice, "Badar, Badar"
I steer the boat, sail boat by his name
His name is known all over the world
Whenever recollect him I cry silently
I will write an epic on them who
Had sacrificed life in freedom fight
Those who sacrificed lives for Bangla Vasa
Singing the songs of life by remembering them
Rafique Salam, Barkat, Jabbar, the lovers of mother tongue
Protect the value at the cost of their lives.
Pitched road were washed away by Matiur's blood.
We have not forgotten ‘69 yet.
The nation has not forgotten November '70,
Lacs of people had died on the beach by cyclone.
Bangalees had won the election in '70,
Then Pakistani rulers got frightened.
History of 1971 is known to all,
How can we forget the pains?
Bangla got victory after a blood shed war
Let us say Joy Banglar Joy.
Freedom's flower bloomed in the courtyard,
After lives of lacs of people had sacrificed.
Bangla was liberated by the spiritual spell of Bangabandhu,
Named Bangladesh which is immeasurable significant.
Autocrats established terrorism in that Sonar Bangla
After floods of blood country was not develop by eras.
Good people are still lament for mental agony
And fundamental elements cried in the trap.
Bangabandhu was killed by local attackers,
Yet today Sonar Bangla is in howling.
I hate that gang of killers,
Countrymen have not forgotten that occurrence.
Where do we get such a patriot of the country?
Everything is in the country except the father.
Who told he is not, he is in our mind,
Crazy Rabin will remember him forever.
Who told he is not, he is in every house,
He is in the mind of everybody.
Let say Mujib, Mujib, let say Joy Bangla,
Let say Joy Bangla, let say Mujib Mujib…
poem by Rabindra Gope
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Desh ki khatir
Bhadta hi ja raha hai Karwan
Aazadi ke Deewano ka
Kya khoob nazara hai
Shamma ke Parwano ka
Ched diya hai jung dusra
Bhrashtachar ki khatir
Nahi chodna hai unko
Ho chahe jitney bhi Shatir
Kin Shabdon me tariff karun
desh hamara bada kimti
Isko hame nahi hai khona
meri yahi hai tumse Vinti
Jaago zara neend se apne
Desh ko har haal me bachana hai
Hamari khatir lad rahe jo
Hame unka sath nibhana hai
Sone ki chidiyon wala desh
Aaj mahangai ke hanthon mar raha
Corruption bhi badha hai itna
Sab kuch hi khona pad raha
Lokpal bill ko lana hai
Bhrashtachar mitana hai
Sabhi ko rojgar dilakar
Berozgari ko hatana hai.
Gar Khatam huwa bhrashtachar
Khushiyan aayengi besumar
Jhel rahe jo mahangai ki maar
“Deep” sawarega ghar sansar.
Poet
Deepak Kumar 'deep'
16-09-2011
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Aise Hain Anna Hamare...
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Sath do milkar duniya walon
Pakar inke Har ek ishaare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Diya hai maa ne ratna hame
Jo sabki aankhon ke hain tare
Desh ki khatir jee rahe jo
Aise hain Annaa hamare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Hoga khatam ab bhrastachar
Anna ki ye har saans Pukare
Swarg sa sunder bane ye desh
khushiyon ke hon har or nazare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Ishwar do sadbudhhi sabko
Karte gunah kyon itne sare
Rukhsat hoge duniya se “deep’’
Hoga na kuch sath tumhare
Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
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Portugal Manoel Da Assumpcam Missionary.
'Portugal Manoel Da Assumpcam
Amar Sonar Moyna Pakki Amigo,
I never seen you in my live ever before
Which Country are you from?
My dear amigo Manoel Da Assumpcam.
Your colour of heritage in unknown Land l fear to bear your name in word.
I can't bear to missed you my amigo, Oh yes it can't be forgot either
You have contributed your nameless name in the nation without name
To influence other and to form the crowd in unknown Land,
Where are you from Sir?
And to shape not my nationalities in Language in Culture but yours!
The present Language in Bangla o' my dear amigo never was counted by.
You may be nothing To Government of Portugal than but today.
Priceless name in the heart of people's in the unknown Land.
I have nothing to say in Language Portuguese other than to say thank you.
For teaching and advocating me in Language in Bangla
That nation today celebrates every year.
With their tears on their eyes and face.
Bear to say words other than few minute in silent,
As orphanage children's looking at each other face.
Remembering those who gave their words in Bangla and live for.
And today I believe in visual hallucination it's not too late
to say how much I love you in Language in Bangla ‘Nil Dariar Prem'
The Birth of new Generation in Culture in Bangla.
Almost was given birth after more than three century in Bangla
'Inna-Lilla-He-O-Inna-He-La-He-Ra-Je-Ow n'
When will I met you?
Day of Kiamot is to far from Bay of Bengal to Portugal.
The mother of all living things on Earth,
Singing in the name of Almighty Lord ‘Allah' too
In the soil of unknown Land in British India my not his or her love.
How lucky you was never assassinated by knowing you was pigeons,
As Bongo Bandhu,
First Prime Ministers of Bangladesh.
I miss you ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Your name prescribed in Language Bangla by name
'Shaheed Minar'
Capital City o Bangladesh.
By name once was known Dac-ca' now became ‘DHA-KA'
Your name in my Language Mother tongues days and nights,
‘Joy Bangla'
To Miss you my dear amigo you left us under your own broken umbrella.
Sheltered under the cloud of sky,
Falling rain without control
And under the wings in tender years since 1734,
To wonder rest of entire life.
Though the blind cloud of smoke it was I thought ‘Bangla' was not mine.
Sometimes I think who ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam' ever was!
When my lonely mind is clear from suspicious.
As guilty mind always does.
I bear to take no medication tablet of Seroxat or Zyprexa
Instead of Ritual Five Times a Days.
But try to concentrate British national favourite's news paper Sun page 3?
To Comfort your medical Doctors buried alive human being,
Under the false Knowledge of medication on earth from Editor!
I was searching British pornographic Internet sites
With Former British Rt. Hon. Jacqui Smith,
Which news paper you were reading at the time In British India?
Almost fourteen million people have gone crazy for Language Bangla?
Instead of Declaring their own Country.
'The Islamic Bangla States of Portugal'
Million of citizen's by name in Bangla never heard of
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
The mother of all creatures in the Land of Bangla,
After name of Almighty Lord Allah.
I wonder who was your mother she may be was not Bengali,
As My great Grand Mother?
But never had any Bangla Kitab other than Urdu.
That when in times under the shadow of his or her love today in vain I follow.
The gift of Language Bangla existence in the domiciles in the Land of Bangladesh.
After nine month of struggle in Culture in Bangla.
To me to demonstrate in History, Culture, Heritage, Religion, and in Revelation
Your Language in Bangla treasure under my chest as always ashes,
As cloud in my lonely heart From time to time days and nights.
Without medical tablets Zantac, (Ranitidine) .
Today Translated Holy Bible Quran in Language Bangla Instead of in Portuguese.
You are the hero in the eyes of the historian in the nation after three century.
In a moment every one caught in reflections of waves of sea
The melody wave's of sound in Bangla ‘Nistur Bandhu' Song's.
I see and hear thought the water reflection your loving name
In Bilingual's Language,
Instead of in your own Generation in Portugal?
It a shame on Government of Portugal to Ignore the own citizen's right,
When the Foreign Government of Bangladesh paid in full
Under the E.E.C. European Country Law and Order they agree
By adapting your Language without packet of N.H.S. Condoms,
‘Joy Bangla'
Salam, Barkat, Rafique, and Jabbar
To name few died 21st February 1952 for the name of Languages
'BANGLA'
What a magic Literature in Bangla prescribed by?
Today my self proud of writing's in Bangla Book of Poetry 'Nil Dariar Prem'
Today nation by cast surprise by the out come of Language Bangla in victory.
Almost every corner of the world by name known
‘Bangla'
Instead of Fish and Chip shop in England.
Prime Minister of West Pakistan tries to hide from the world
'Urdu'
Was his native Language to dominate the world but failure?
In the eyes of the European Country Citizen love
Written in Bangla not year but many Centuries ago.
West Pakistan Prime Minister was not aware of history
May Language Bangla it returns to your generations and multiplied by?
Without giving life as martyrs
May Lord raises your Generation up and called you in Bangla,
'Amar Sonar Portugal'
Brother ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Given us to lead the Country Portugal.
And bless their Lord in Language Arabic,
'Allahu Akbar'.
Five Times a day in the Land of Portugal.
Those who may never heard of by name as follows,
'Bis-Mil-La-Hir-Rak-Ma-Nir-Ra-Him'
'In the name of Almighty Lord (Allah/God/Dues) , the most merciful and most beneficial of mankind'.
Hope your Portugal Government will never make second mistake
After the century many years yet to come!
When Government of Bangladesh never made any mistake
To honour the Portugal Citizen's, In Bangla the States Language.
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
And by name 'In-Nal-La-Alla- Kolli-Shahin- Kadir'
The States Country known as,
'Bangladesh'
When there was no trace of Bangla
Today it called an Independent Country.
Peoples sing a song in the street of Bangla without any fears of.
Bangladesh Is Portugal brother by birth mark?
The first man to advocates Language Bangla from Portugal.
Portugal is the part of Bangladesh
Under the European Law.
May God bless United Nation?
And five Times a Day loud and clear
'Allahu Akbar'
How proud in Heritage and in Revelation
By Portugal Government today?
Day before Yesterday was his or her dreams
Today from Prime Minister to street refugee in tune in Bangla
'Ami Tuma Ka Valo Bashi'
Without invested penny today in the name of his or her love.
How sweet Language in Bangla Peoples cannot tell but
Can sing a song in the name of love
'Amar Sonar Bangla'
'Ami Tumay Valo Bashi'
You are my living star in my lonely entire life
Left nothing to treasure in your name today,
But your love in shadow of word from by own mouth in Bangla.
Today I feel ashamed to see Peoples of Portugal without
Any Identities in Culture in Revelation in heritage!
Claiming Religion in the name of own Lord
Jesus Christ
In Arabic known as
'He-Sa-Ru-Hu-Lul-La-He'
Do we need to give Portugal Government lesson when our Teacher
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Given us to lead the States in the name of Love?
'Bis-Mil-La-Hir-Rak-Ma-Nir-Ra-Him'
The only name will ever remain in the Land and in the forest.
Another by name out of ninety-nine Lord Jesus Christ father.
'O Governo de Portugal diz que eu não sei,
agindo como cegos e surdos'
Which planet are they from?
In memory of all the Prophet and saints.
Salam, Salam, Dorud of Salam,
Sokol Nobe, Poygambor,
Peer, Fokir, Khaus, and Kotub.
Today I pray to my Lord bless the people's of Portugal and by name
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Declare 'The Islamic Bangla States of Portugal'
Before second City of Tsunami ever strike in the Land of Portugal.
Or E.Coli symptoms occupied out land of farmers?
Today ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam' my brother amigo in Bangla
May not be here but I
On behalf of Bangladesh to say in blind love,
'Eu te amo Portugal e Obrigado a todos? '
And salam, regards and my love to you all,
As oceans of waves in tune in Bangla music?
May God Almighty bless you all?
Regardless of by cast or origin are,
Here in the temporary world of
Once you see dry Land than become lake or as Sea? '
By Abdul Haye Amin. The author's of The Islands Historia De Amor.
poem by Abdul Haye Amin
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Bangla
Bangla
Aami
Bhalobaashi!
Porte
Paari,
Likhte
Paari Na: (
Kaukhono
Kanna Paaye,
Kaukhono
Haanshi :)
____________
I love
Bengali!
Know
How to
Read,
Not to
Write: (
Sometimes,
It makes me
Cry…
Sometimes,
I laugh at my
Plight :)
(Poem themed on Language)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Worthless
Swimming across a river-edge,
a tiger came to a village;
a burning fire-bright tiger;
whichever house he visit
they offer him stool to sit.
Once a poor farmer made him plough his field,
a helpless old man made him carry his load.
He is in good terms with the sad harlot
who lives in the margin of the village.
He tried to preach no religion,
he died also like the typically worthless folks!
(Translated from Bangla by Raihan Sharif)
poem by Rayhan Rhyne
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Kochi
There is divinity in her eyes
There is serenity in her face
There is purity in her soul,
She overflows with plentiful
Charm and grace.
There is simplicity in her being
She is nature's gift to me :)
With her bountiful natural beauty.
She has a naivety about her
And she's also very cheeky!
I keep falling head over heels
In love with her...
The more she amuses me
With her childish chivalry!
Yes, she's my little girl of three
She's none other than my
Dearest, darling Kochi :)
(Touch Wood. Nazar Na Lage)
I wrote this dedication in 2007 when my beloved daughter was just 3. Her name is Rupashri Chatterjee. I lovingly call her Kochi (which in Bangla means: the tender one) .
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Canticle
Like darkness descends an old raven
A fog obscures both banks
of the girl's eyes
Ah what a prolonged sleep
A red-eyed pigeon on the cornice sits
September nineteenth a flimsy telegram
Ah what a prolonged sleep
The storm dies down
on the tired mast
The storm uncoils
its eight tentacles
And a huge dance-hall looms into sight
And a red-eyed pigeon on the cornice sits
what’s the news now
Ah what a prolonged sleep
The storm dies down
on the dream book of Jung
The storm drops dead
from anaemia
But who will make that girl understand but this
There’s little profit in searching for the one
That is by now wood-dead from fasting an Adam’s lifetime
Ah what a prolonged sleep
Ah what a prolonged sleep
(Translated from Bangla by the poet)
poem by Subrata Augustine Gomes
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Wo Bharat Hame Jaan Se Pyara
Bahti jahan gyan ki dhara
wo bharat hame jaan se pyara
seeta ram ki dharti hai jo
aisa bharat desh hamara
Hai bharat ki shaan tiranga
isse na ghukne denge ham
veeron ki kurbani ko
vartha na jane denge ham
Na jaati na bhasha dekha
sabko apna meet banaya
ho bangladesh ya pakistan
hamne sabko gale lagaya
di sharan hamne sabko
jab koi hai sankat aaya
bhookhe rahkar bhi hamne
padhosee ko khana khilaya
bharat ma ke sewak hain ham
maa ki raksha ham karenge
buri neeyat se jo dekhega
''deep'' uska anta karenge
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Sawan Aaya [A poem in hindi]
Baadal aaye aur hain barse
Loag kahte hain sawan aaya.
Dharti thi tapti
Aag thi barasti
Jalta tha har ek badan bhi
Iss sawan ki phuhaar ne
Kitni rahat di in sab ko
Haan priyey yeh sawan aaya.
Iss pal priyey Tum jo hotien
Hotien jo tum
Hota aalingan
Bheegta tann mann
Lagti ik agan
Tum jal apsra si lagtien
Aur main tumhein bahoon mein layta,
Priyey kitna anand tab hota
Sawan mein tera sangg jab hota.
Par priyey tum kya jaano
Iss sawan mein
Dooor desh mein
Thaka haara main ik rahi
Tere milan ki aas mein
Saans hoon layta
Aankhien hain tarasti
Aankhien hain barasti
Haan priyey yeh sawan aaya. [1973]
The Everyday Banglishman
My name is Mohammod
Amar ma, bath Bangladeshi
Ami Englando born oysi
Amar jonmo bosr is 1991
Ami tea khai na
Only when I am bimar
Soothes the wounded throat
One culture amar left aat dorse
Aroh culture amar dine aat dorse
Torn between du ta culture
Amar bath immigrate horsla in the sixties
In search of the land of dood and modu,
And food and money
Some of my relatives live in Bangladeshes in London,
Much of Tower Hamlet is Bengali territory
Brick Lane, Whitechapel and Shadwell to name a few
With markets selling mangoes, jackfruits, saaris
The smell of meat and fish is not far off
Manuush ar manuush bangla matoin
You see we are suffering, parents don't understand
Only the youth. Being brought up to love Bengali life
In another country.
Also some white folks tell me to go home
England is my home!
Ami jani na where I belong
In the land of my parents
Whose favourite food is curry
Or the land of my birthplace
Whose favourite food is curry
poem by Mohammod Choudhury
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It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start.
quote by Mother Teresa
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Never In Your Sun
I met her at lovers park
One rainy april monday
Smiling soft and warm as on
A clear december sunday
Wearing taffeta and lace
That matched her braided hair
With their coraled beads that sang to me
She said hi and asked me why
Was I looking with sorrow
When there were much brighter days
In store for me tomorrow
I looked up at her and smiled
And said, why I dont know
But would she agree, to stay with me
And she said
Never in your sun, she said
Never in your sun, then she said
I will only come
In your pouring rain to relieve the pain
So if you are at lovers park
And someone looks with sorrow
Ask them why are they so sad
When sunshines theirs tomorrow
Theyll reply they dont know why
And ask you please to stay
til the end of time, and when theyre fine
Be kind and say
Never in your sun, just tell them
Never in your sun, then say
I will only come
In your pouring rain, to relieve the pain, never, ever
Never in your sun, never in your sun, believe that
I will only come
In your pouring rain to relieve the pain
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Politician
Chorus
Mr. politician please dont deceive us.
Mr. politician youre there to relieve us.
Just how can we tell, mister,
When to believe in you.
Oh wont you tell me oh who were lookin out for?
Mr. politician could be perfect but people its doubtful.
We want a leader wholl fight for the people.
We want somebody to take us to the steeple.
Wed like to point him out to you people,
But dont look now.
Chorus
We want a leader of the people,
We want him honest, not deceitful.
We want an angel in the public eye,
And we wont give it up lord until we die.
Chorus
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Toxins
Release them to relieve with an enema.
You can,
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Feel free...
Light,
And...
Cleansed as you can be.
Toxins,
Create...
Diseases.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
You can,
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins,
Create...
Diseases.
You can,
Feel free...
Light and cleansed as you can be.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Roof
Verse 1
It wasnt raining yet
But it was definitely a little misty on
That warm november night
And my heart was pounding
My inner voice resounding
Begging me to turn away
But I just had to see your face
To feel alive
And then you casually walked in the room
And I was twisted in the web
Of my desire for you
(and I was twisted)
My apprehension blew away
I only wanted you
To taste my sadness
As you kissed me in the dark
Chorus 1
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
Verse 2
And so we finished the moet and
Started feeling liberated
And I surrendered as you took me
In your arms
I was so caught up in the moment
I couldnt bear to let you go yet
So I threw caution to the wind
And started listening to my longing heart
And then you softly pressed your lips to mine
And feelings surfaced Id suppressed
For such a long time
(and I was lifted)
And for a while I forgot
The sorrow and the pain
And melted with you as we stood
There in the rain
Chorus 2
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
Bridge
Last night I dreamed that i
Whispered the words I love you
And touched you so very
Subtly as we were kissing goodbye
(pretty baby - how Im missing you)
Chorus 3
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
(envision you caressing me)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
(on the roof that rainy night)
Chorus 4
Every time I feel the need
(when I feel the need)
I envision you caressing me
(I envision you over and over and over again)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and i
(it was oh so sweet you and I)
On the rooftop that rainy night
(on that rainy night)
Chorus 5
Every time I feel the need
(last night I had the strangest dream...)
I envision you caressing me
(I was actually quite symbolic)
And go back in time
(as I whispered...that I loved you)
To relieve the splendor of you and i
(...very subtly)
Chorus 6
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Itch
I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cord
curled with my teeth against my knees
I am scratching at my consciousness
like a bitch with fleas
I think you'll be greatly pleased
to learn that yours was the hardest
itch to relieve
this is me
without my hair
welcome to my open stare
I got nothing to hide no more
why disguise what isn't there
I am an eyesore
I am a detour
you can find me crying on
the shoulder of the road
and I will tell you
what you want to hear
before you go
and that is that
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
I've mapped out my course
looks like it's all uphill
I've got a heavy heart to carry
but a very strong will
it's just hard to travel
in the shadow
of regret
in fact it's so hard
that I haven't actually left yet
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not So Soft
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One Happy Day
Verse 1
Cant you feel the pain thats killing me inside
(its hurting me)
I think you dont know how many days and nights Ive cried
(I will believe)
That I dont need you anymore
Its a relieve for me to see
That you can close that door
Refrain
I am free to see true love and fly away
No more memories of all the lonely days
I am free to see true love and fly away
I dont want you to stay, please walk away
Give me one happy day
Verse 2
There is a world I know without you in my heart
(its hurting me)
I just forget you and I make a brand new start
(I will believe)
That I dont need you anymore
Its a relieve for me to see
That you can close that door.
song performed by by Kate Ryan
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~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~
~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
April 18,2010
[Humble apology: Like music dance painting etc. I’m offering linguistic fusion in poetry ~ ‘Fusion Poetry’. Readers’ are requested to refer to glossary ~ niv]
I’m stark stone
Sculpt myself
Schnitzen my ownself
Ciseau my soul’s self.
Kaleidoscopic emersion of
Biblio Tagore
Visual van Gogh
Vox Lata Mangeshkar
Allow me be for you?
Treasure my self
Fête with my own self
Nestle my soul’s self.
Savourez-moi pourquoi ne pas?
Ich bin ein Künstler! ~ A Silhouette but! !
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Glossary:
Ich bin ein Künstler [Ger] ~ I am an Artist
Schnitzen [Ger] ~ Carve
Ciseau [Fr] ~ Chisel
Savourez-moi pourquoi ne pas? [Fr] ~ Savor [enjoy] me why not?
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[1] Tagore R. N.1861-1941 [A poet, novelist, musician, and playwright. Nobel Laureate in literature 1913 for ‘Gitanjali’ or `Song offerings. Perhaps the only litterateur who penned anthems of two countries: Bangladesh-Amar Shonar Bangla and India- Jana Gana Mana. In 1919, following the Amritsar massacre of 400 Indian demonstrators by British troops, Sir Tagore renounced his Knighthood]
[2] Vincent van Gogh 1853-1890 [Dutch Post-impressionist painter noted for his use of color]
[3] Lata Mangeshkar 1929 -. [Is the second vocalist ever to have received the Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian honor. Nightingale of India]
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Seema (Border) Babu Model
My military friend has taken discharge
from the uniformed services and
returned back to his home town
pension account with state bank
purchased landed assets for a lump sum
keeping a portion reserved for himself -
to start a own business, on a small scale.
several of his friends pestered him for a clean loan
with solemn promise of punctual repayment
frequent visits by very distant relatives
with unsolicited ideas for instant earnings
some agents circled him with pamphlets, attractive tables,
for rearing Emu, Goats, Milk shed, duck, chicks, & puppies
vultures closeting with the lure of very fatty interest
promises of money getting doubled every six months
my sepoy friend came running to me
to suggest a way out from all this perils
I gathered all his savings and placed them
In joint deposits with his wife & children
besides regular pension, quarterly interest comes in handy
liberal but, budgeted living, regulated spending in army canteen
consent of wife for every pay out - based on his sound background
bank assisted him to set up a stationery business,
now he is a ‘mallick' (owner)
peaceful and satisfied, the ex-BSF havildar, walks upright in full pride
no greedy desires, nor quick money ‘laluch' (temptation)
in enjoyment of faithful toil along the porous Bangla borders
sacrifices made &services rendered, in reward,
the present day status,
the entire village is proud of him,
citing ‘SEEMA BABU MODEL'.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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