Calling A Beloved

Poem By R. Amin

Enjoy and shame plays at hide and seek

In the such eye of earth-haven

Golden light reflects at evening in

Such black bower

Such ruddy lips tremble slightly as wave

Who keeps tuber rose in her bun

Who does not sleep in moonlit night

Love voice of whom ever does not return

From stream of the Volga

Calling such beloved.

For such beloved

Two centuries will be passed at exile

In memory of whom

The ruins of Pompeii peep

Who will be more silent

By the silence of Diana’s statue

Who will be motionless

Hearing misfortune of the Oedipus

Who keeps the picture of

Galib Tolstoy Dikence in her heart

Calling such beloved.

For this beloved

Am I a social soldier

On the lips of whom

A precession of hungry plays

In the eye of whom

Cloth less poster of civilization

Is seen

The lady's finger of whom be agitated

By the cause of dumb

In passion of whom

Red flag comes often

In perception of whom

Long March revolts

Heart of whom

Gets motion hearing the history of revolution

Calling such beloved.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh

Comments about Calling A Beloved

An insightful piece on the annals of revolution, well articulated and nicely penned in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Amin. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.


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