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The Blue Night of Prayer

Just before the evening worship
As the worshippers hold the lamps high-
The awakening stars look like those lamps
Gently twinkling across the darkening sky.

The touch of south breeze so soft!
This is the time to have a sip,
From the cup of a mourning heart-
Then to say good bye and fall asleep.

From the dark window of the stone-palace
The princess looks at the dark horizon,
She wears a blue feather on her hair-do
She waves a little lamp, a beacon.

Far, far away, out there-
Beyond the vast field of darkness,
There wakes up a little light
To assure the anxious princess.

With the pole star as her only witness
She prays softly towards the unknown,
She prays for light, she prays for hope
She prays for the return of love long gone.

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Beyond The Memory

One day, when death will approach softly
If he keeps his hand on the feverish forehead of mine
If he murmurs my name like the call of boundless south wind
And says,"Let's go my dear, everybody is waiting."

Shall I offer my hand to him?
Shall I wipe out the dreams from my watery eyes?
Shall I get up from the bed and walk with him
Hand in hand, leaving behind every lows and highs?

Galaxy will glow high up there with billions of stars,
Under her soft white veil, there'll be the meadow,
If my friend asks me to aboard the ship of oblivion
Shall I go or shall I cry,"I can't go, no, no, no"?

Out there, where the unknown darkness
Plays the never-ending hide and seek,
The unknown sun shines bright on alien sky
The unknown people, both boastful and meek!

In that alien land, on the lap of an unknown mother
Shall I be born again and grow up under her affectionate eye?
Shall I be able to remember this life, these joy and sorrow?
These days and nights, these crimson dawns on ocean-blue sky?

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The Morning of Departure

It was a quiet autumn morning
A lonely bird started her long flight,
Before leaving, she kissed
The orange leaf of the silent tree
Where she stayed for a lovely summer night.

The great ocean of wild waves
Welcomed her with foamy smile-
She smiled back to the waves
And kept flying towards the horizon
To reach the unknown island far in exile.

The turquoise door was closed there
The blooming creeper was asleep-
Waiting for our lonely red bird
As a letter in a crimson envelope
With the message hidden in deep.

Light And Dark

Let the pearl tears of rainy night
Be hidden under the wet eyelids,
Let the stony buds of dark sorrow
Be showered by the golden joy-seeds.

Let the mighty white birds of light
Fly from the soft pink horizon-
Let the cool ocean breez come by
From the deep heart of dawn.

Let the foamy waves of first creation
Glitter from the heart of the star
Let the deep-hearted love proceed
Where no one has gone so far.

Let the midnight-blue be our guide
Let the pole star be our bright beacon,
Let our hearts have more courage
While we go towards the dark horizon.

Let the pearl tears of rainy night
Be hidden under the wet eyelids ...

Silky Snow

Silky Snow

Here comes the rain cloud,
Here comes the silky snow
Here comes the glittering sun
With a golden bow and arrow.

Here life flows like a river
With all its high and low
Here love comes so sudden
Like a swift little sparrow.

Here stands a mighty mountain
With snow-white crown on his head
Deers dancing around the green valleys
With dreamy rivers flowing ahead.

Here comes the rain-cloud
Here comes the silky snow ...

Mallika Dhar

Wonder of Life

We haven't yet seen
The extreme cruelties of men-
That's why we still live with hope,
Warm hope like the warm feathers
Of a mother-bird around her babies,
Hope that is like the smell of first shower
After long, hot, dry, rainless days.

We live near the burned cities,
We live near the abandoned ports,
We live like a trembling mother-bird
Waiting in her storm-broken nest
To see the sun to rise.

Life is so wonderful,so lovely!
Love is like thin white bird
Looking for a little food to eat.
Our thoughts are like soft silk-cotton
Flying away with the seeds inside.
One day they might find land somewhere
And give birth to a green seedling.

Mallika Dhar