litospherseThe Curly haired boyAshim Kumar Paul
I saw him having curly hair
Around nine or ten,
By the shrilly highway, under a tree
Selling books and pen.
Having been marvelled, spell-bound
Seeing the enchanting eyes,
Rejoiced face, black, shiny, curly hair
Appear all fair and nice.
Reflects like sunbeam his hair
Effulgent, curly, black,
As though clears the craggy path
With its mighty pluck.
His eyes like the gleaming moon
Float all of our woes,
Taking us to the Lethe forgetting grief
The blissful world shows.
Swathed, truly, in his alluring smile
Let me in heavenly amity,
Afflatus, insentience growing in heart
Tidy up on earth the lethal pity.
Around nine or ten,
By the shrilly highway, under a tree
Selling books and pen.
Having been marvelled, spell-bound
Seeing the enchanting eyes,
Rejoiced face, black, shiny, curly hair
Appear all fair and nice.
Reflects like sunbeam his hair
Effulgent, curly, black,
As though clears the craggy path
With its mighty pluck.
His eyes like the gleaming moon
Float all of our woes,
Taking us to the Lethe forgetting grief
The blissful world shows.
Swathed, truly, in his alluring smile
Let me in heavenly amity,
Afflatus, insentience growing in heart
Tidy up on earth the lethal pity.
“Take a book for knowledge
Take it for pleasure”,
Loudly calling he as much possible
Despite being away them far.
A world of love, aspiration and dream hiding that of pains
I ferreted out on his eyes,
‘Lead the family, by removing the poverty
Happiness must again rise’.
Flows of tears trickling down my cheeks
Finding his ceaseless dream,
Wherever the desired lantern he seeks
Hiding his scream.
I fear not to dare how long he can bear this massive weight
How long be deprived of inborn rights,
Against the gruesome, loathsome fiends
How long can continue his fights.
Day after day with a long restless night
Question myself lacking answer,
“Oh Mother! tell me the heyday of equality
Remains how far? Still how far? To view its internet edition, please click the following link: The Curly Haired Boy
Take it for pleasure”,
Loudly calling he as much possible
Despite being away them far.
A world of love, aspiration and dream hiding that of pains
I ferreted out on his eyes,
‘Lead the family, by removing the poverty
Happiness must again rise’.
Flows of tears trickling down my cheeks
Finding his ceaseless dream,
Wherever the desired lantern he seeks
Hiding his scream.
I fear not to dare how long he can bear this massive weight
How long be deprived of inborn rights,
Against the gruesome, loathsome fiends
How long can continue his fights.
Day after day with a long restless night
Question myself lacking answer,
“Oh Mother! tell me the heyday of equality
Remains how far? Still how far? To view its internet edition, please click the following link: The Curly Haired Boy
