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Beneath the weight of hallowed, hollow halls,
Where rigid forms and tired echoes call,
I stand apart—unshaped, unwilling clay,
Resisting molds that sought to fix my way.
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At Dhuhi Novodaya Jatiya Vidyalaya, dawn’s first light,
The headmistress - Anupama Deka leaned, her voice soft, bright:
"What will you be, child? What will you be?"
I smiled, "Life’s script is yet unseen by me."
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Years bent to books, ink-stained and confined,
Till walls expelled me—cast me to the wind.
My father’s voice, a storm of grief and pride:
"You chose the tongue the white man left behind,
Yet falter now at thresholds still too high.
What will you be, son? What will you be?"
"Poetry," I said, "will be my only creed,
Though it won’t feed the mouth, it feeds the need.
If joy were all, no verse would ever rise,
But sorrow carves its truth in midnight skies.
No gilded title, no parrot’s learned speech,
Just words that pierce—and hearts they’ll someday reach."
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Now, restless nights—my bones protest the air,
Two days unslept, two souls laid bare.
The window stays agape, the world flows in,
A balm, a hymn, against the ache within.
And there, the poinciana’s flame takes flight,
A scarlet hymn against the fading light.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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You have captured well the soul of a poet in this poem and I can feel it which is all that it takes to get a fave
Your words touched me like sunlight through leaves—gentle, warm, and full of life. To know my poem resonated with you is the greatest gift a writer could ask for. Thank you for seeing its soul. 💛
A wonderful write expressing the thoughts, feelings and the soul of a poet, written by a very good poet, enjoyed the read
Your words, like gentle ink,
Have touched the page—and me.
To hear my soul reflected back
Is poetry set free.
Thank you, dear Sir, for reading deep,
For catching every hue.
A writer’s heart finds its true voice
When heard by one like you.
You are very welcome
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