If no tear had ever fallen from the eye,
Would the cursed desires in the burning heart have not turned to dust?
Where does this long sigh end…
If the longing for distant hope had not stirred the brief, fragile consciousness…
Who am I? Who are you?
Thinking and wondering, so many days, so many years have simply passed like this.
When I keep no account of gain or loss,
Even what I deserve remains only as a rightful claim.
Who even dreams of becoming the moon or a star?
If the sky were not so vast,
Who would ever dream of reaching such heights?
You stay within yourself,
I stay within myself—
Never turning back, forever moving forward in the current of time.
As long as one breath keeps moving, you and I are alive.
When it stops, we become lifeless again..
Life — life, in truth, is just a small fraction that survives amidst ruins.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to the renowned Assamese poet ~ Jonmoni Das who passed away recently at the young stage.
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A lovely write pondering that meaning of life itself. Nicely written my friend
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