The Dreamers’ Lament In childhood, we conceived our dreams; in youth, we gave them birth. And then we worked to rear them, and saw them slowly grow. And we had hoped to leave them strong, before we left this Earth. But sadly, they were ravaged, wrecked— and now they are no more.
The things that we had dreamed of, for which we worked and fought, They still appear as worthwhile, although our dreams have died, as all the things, that we had built, are rendered now as naught. For every time we’d smiled and laughed, we’ve also wept and cried.
The tasks, that we had set ourselves, now must again be done. But who will fight those battles, still, that we had thought we’d won?
And who, we ask, will shoulder now those burdens we had carried? It seems that we have overstayed; for far too long, we’ve tarried.
Our spans of course are limited, yet long enough for woe. We’ve had our sips of joy and now— it’s time for us to go. 2017 March 31st, Fri Brooklyn, New York
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After the Snow. Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. 2017 Feb 9.
Crossing Manhattan Bridge. 2017 February 19.
Trees. Starrett City, Brooklyn. 2017 February 19.
Breath and Heart
There is, to everything and everyone,
a softer side, that’s gentle, calm and mild—
and there’s another, that is hard and harsh,
oblivious to the pain and harm it does.
If only we could mouth a mantra that
could turn the others to their kinder selves,
then many of our troubles might have ends,
and all the world become a better one.
But finding no such spell in all we’ve learned,
the only thing we still could do might be
to turn ourselves towards our gentler halves—
to dwell therein, aware of breath and heart.
So when the anger rises or the fear,
observe it rising, as you would a wave—
and see it rise and crest and then subside—
so mind and heart can clearly work again.
Behold the fear and make of it your friend.
Observe the anger as you would a child’s.
Forgive the ones who act as though they’re blind,
and cleanse your heart of evil. Do be kind.
2017 March 16th, Thu. Room 208 (teacher’s room) Telecommunications (formerly Bay Ridge) High School Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York
Xukrobar, 3e Marc, 2017 Khri Bruklin, Niu Io`rk https://www.facebook.com/sanju.saha.5/posts/1258502847518557 -------------------------------------------- Item 4: This is a voice recording of the Bengali. This might not work on cellphones. Please click on the rounded-triangle play button on the right of the composite icon below. In some browsers, you might have to click twice. Adjust the volume on your device as needed.