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home visit --
beyond the river bend
on this side of the dusk
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November 16, 2016
More By: Dr. Kumarendra Mallick
Views: 521      Comments: 5

Comments on this Poem

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Glad you enjoyed its beauty :-)

alwaysaparna
11/28/2016 10:53 AM

Comment
Personal
My home is where
I am,
My home was where
I was.

My karmabhumi
More than
My janmabhumi,
My karma my dharma.

Dharam-shankat hain,
Dharam-shankat,
The French-cut beard man saying it
While lecturing on psychoanalysis, lit. and medicine.

But feel I prestige-shankat,
Psychological crisis within,
Who am I, who am I,
What my identity, where am I from?

bijay kant dubey
11/19/2016 21:02 PM

Comment Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Home, Sweet Home by John Howard Payne


I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi'lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy.
I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood

From Hyderabad Mallick is feeling about Orissa, getting nostalgic and homesick, remembering, reminiscing and ruminating over the house he was born and the times gone by.

bijay kant dubey
11/17/2016 10:51 AM

Comment Thank you, Aparna for the excellent picture of the river and the dusk. It adds beauty to the poem.

kumarendramallick
11/16/2016 16:05 PM

Comment Thank you, Aparna for the excellent picture of the river and the dusk. It adds beauty to the poem.

kumarendramallick
11/16/2016 16:05 PM




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