Still I Am Not-2
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When I read “Bolo, Bolo, Bolo”
poem by Promothnath Bishi
underneath the dome of hay-
that time you peeped me.
From behind you I had been closing you
and your heavenly scented breaths and said-
I love you really. Do you love me?
That time you asked bewildering me–
Aren’t you poet? Aren’t you poet?
Aren’t you inner mind reader?
And went back to your abode without smiling;
went with drop of tears in crystal corner of eyes!
Next day I found you on the stage of wedding
and you went with the stranger!
You left all me without smiling!
You left all me with drop of tears on painful corner!
From far aside I was alone
I was alone in my mind, in my sight
No tears were in my eyes
Rocking heart played a game of shock
Yes, understood I-
Really I was not a poet,
I was not a poet and mind reader
I was not an inner knower.
I did not understand your stainless smiling,
did not understand your mysterious peeping,
did not understand the speech of your eyes,
did not understand– what is love?
And still, I do not understand anything
Nothing I understand of love and beloved life
Nothing I can read the mind and eyes of love
None I’m of inner knowing
Cause – Still I’m not a poet
-October 31, 2018 Chattogram
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