March 14, 2009


One day I’ll not be here.
My breath will mingle with the winds.
Arrival and departure is a ritual here.
My footprints will be lost
On these trodden paths….

My dreams would sleep on this earth.
My teardrops will flow down the stream.
The petal of memories will fade in the wet dewdrops.
The lust of life will be lost
In the light mists…

O Bird !
I would lay as soil or ashes
Till the rain of love
Reincarnates me as a shady tree….

Note: This is the translation of one of the poems in the anthology "PAKHEE JANMA" (published in Oriya,meaning "A Bird's Life"). The book is a collection of 41 poems penned by my mother.

The above poem is the 29th piece of the collection.


Priya said...

Sad but the truth. Awesome lines.

Anwesa said...

thanx 4 reading dear!!

workhard said...

Good job..A very sad tone...

Poetry directory

Anwesa said...

thanx 4 reading...

Aditi..............:) said...

hey thats sad but really touching, I remebered a poem of George Cooper, Its called "Come Little Leaves" I lovee that poem and always keep it wih me.....

Aditi..............:) said...

Hey Anwesa, wish you a evry happy birthday!!! May you get all the goodness of life!! :)

Amal Bose said...

that was beautiful.. :-)

Tulika said...

Classic !!!

It's a masterpiece.
Hats off..!!!

Anwesa said...


I read "Come little leaves". It was a nice read.

Thanks for coming here and wishing me on my birthday !

Anwesa said...

Thanks !

Anwesa said...

Thanks !