Monday, April 20, 2026

Sipras Diary:Poem "SOLITUDE". [edited ; 2026]

 

Sipra's Diary: Poem- ::-solitude

In my schooldays as teenager I became popular as  writing  parody. Theme of  parody centered mostly around teachers or school-related events. In tiffin hours Our small team of 4 students used to sit in lonely  corner of the school  compound  and read our poetry one by one. When it was my turn  each of us could not but rolled in laughing on the ground so much  that It was hard to finish the poem.Specially, those which were read imitating the rhythm and tune of the epic"RAMAYANA" .

From the first period we waited for this excited entertainment. Some curious  girls observed us suspiciously. Perhaps  someone among them   reported to the principal  because we did not allow any other to join in our team.We were called by the principal and were asked the cause of   avoiding others and laughing .We stood speechless with heads down  to the ground. The principal looked  a little puzzled. Because we were the best in all respects throughout  our school record.She could not match the complain with us. With vigil look  she scanned us  for a while and  then from her  perplexed face  and nasal  voice a  sound came out  in frustation,    "GO"!

We stepped out gently from the office but as we reached away from the office near to the classroom, we burst into laughter again with our palms shutting the mouth but checked before the shocked look of our classmates who huddled in front of the door of the classroom. Thus the 'Era" of parody in school life ended.

 In my young age, I had an impression that the theme of the poem should be always something noble, deep and serious. The frivolity of writing parody at teenage was brushed aside to focus on, somewhat, 'made-up' seriousness. 
 had a   series of poems on 'silence".  At that time I wrote them in my native language.
In 2013, I translated two
out of them  into English:---
1).  Poem: Solitude.
      O solitude !
      Let me be your shadow
      Or shelter me in you
      Just to cherish my own silence.
      Gazing at the piece of sky 
      which is captured as framed picture
      Through my own window glass!

      Let me pause or ponder:
      How to hide or wrap up
      My undefined melancholy,
      Or  wallowing the luxury
      Of idle imagination with no boundary!

      As I nurture my own fleeting moods,
      My unfulfilled budding dreams ,
      Concealed carefully from others,
      But  I love to treasure as  precious,
      To smell and harp on, to be joyous!

      If I'm shattered from own land of creation
      By  some stormy noises out of the ocean
      Or  inner disturbances all on a sudden;
      O solitude! Please be my lighthouse,
      To anchor me  in  your safe island!!
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