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Theme: Agony Share This Page
Until You Come
by Rupradha Mookerjee
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  When it’s dawn, I wake up suddenly,
Searching for you beside me
And finding nothing but the side pillow
Everyday why does this happen?
Then my gastric pain starts
Along with some unspoken aches;
While teardrops overflow my bed
The walls overhear my deep sighs;
Only The Almighty can then
See the unseen pain in my eyes.
Things will worsen day by day
Until you come to me someday again
And hold me in your bold arms
And kiss away all my pain.
Life is worth nothing sans you, my beau,
I am a beggar craving for your love,
Worldly luxuries are but petty things
The real treasure is in being with you.
May God resend you to me
As the Saviour of my soul!
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October 12, 2011
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you so much Kumar Ji. I haven't read Upendra Bhanj's poem. What is the name of the poem?

rupradhamookerjee
10/22/2011 03:42 AM

Comment What a longing, what a yearning for love that transcends every other pleasures on the earth... a sweetly painful composition, Rupradha.
A poem I had read long long back composed by a great Oriya poet, Upendra Bhanj, a prince, that roughly states... 'getting up at midnight, when the pretty one searches, the pillow next to her is empty; she searches him under the bed, under the pillow, in her locks and inbetween her bosums...' This poem like many of Upendra Bhanj's poems have parallel interpretations.

Kumarendra Mallick
10/20/2011 12:02 PM

Comment very true Sir!!

Rupradha
10/13/2011 22:20 PM

Comment This reminds me of the passionate poems addressed by most saintly women to Jesus Christ, each acclaiming him 'As the Saviour of my soul!' It proves love is sanctifying, and why Christ himself says, love covers a multitude of sins.

rdashby
10/13/2011 20:06 PM




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