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When
you two fought
you
never knew
how
I burnt
in
your wrath.
I
was a water body,
too
brine to taste.
But
the Kal-boishakhi* days
were
a sweet breeze to me.
For
both of you sang together
those
familiar songs
of
our dear poet.
Though
I dare say
your
voices
were
song-worthy at all.
yet
each note bloomed
in
my heart.
I
still carry their fragrance.
*Violent thunderstorms
in the Gangetic plains of India are locally known as Kal-Baisakhi or Nor'westers occurring from March
till Monsoon establishes over North-East India: Wikipedia
Posted for
Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults in the Lives of
Children @ Poets United
Well captured, I know this too--the pendulum swing between anger and song. Wow! (Not song-worthy?)
ReplyDeleteThe memory of your parents singing Tagore together is so precious.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write.
ReplyDeletewow...this is so beautiful. I have this memory of my father and mother singing Tagore songs on monsoon days, when my mother was alive. Amazing poem...it brought me a bouquet of memories :) <3
ReplyDeleteboth passions touch a child in amazing ways, the wrath and the sweetness of song thanks for sharing these memories Sumana, so succintly
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today
much love...
This is such a lovely poem, Sumana. Tagore's monsoon songs is a treat indeed.
ReplyDeleteI thought that the Kal-boishakhi reference was inspired - the turbulence and sweet aftermath of violent storms, much like the spectrum of human emotions in family relationships. A really exceptional piece, Sumana, nuanced with your lovely signature touches of culture and experience that distinguish your wonderful work.
ReplyDeleteFor all the sadness in our memories there is also the joy as well.
ReplyDeleteI know how a small girl's spirit shrivels with the fighting. But I am glad there were times of singing and prayer as well.
ReplyDeleteI think we all have a collection of memories of our parents. Hopefully more are of the positive than the negative; I love the image of each note blooming in your heart.
ReplyDeleteChildren feel everything so intensely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteA song in your heart and a sweet fragrance - it seems that special people have the ability to be absorbed inside us in an almost elemental way.. a beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful memories!
ReplyDeleteYou said it so beautifully, Sumana! Rabindra Sangeet is part of our every day life. It's something that is very close to our hearts and we have grown up with it!!
ReplyDeleteLove for your parents and culture shine through this beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletethe disonence is brilliant. How storms bring peace, but peace brings storms.
ReplyDeleteViolent storms can be frightening more so when they affect life and property. Perhaps they can be tolerated when one is distracted by good music or fragrances around us.
ReplyDeleteHank
sweet memories of childhood.Very nice
ReplyDeleteyet, parents are our inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you had some music to soothe the rough spots.
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