ANIMESH DEY
MY UNDEFINED ANGEL
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MY UNDEFINED ANGEL
FOR WE LOVING MOTHERS…………….
RESPECT ALL HUMAN BEINGS.
RESPECT ALL CREATIONS
AND ALL CREATURES.
ALL ARE PRECIOUS.
ALL ARE SPECIAL.
NO ONE IS DIFFERENT.
WE MAKING THE DIFFERENCES.
NO ONE CAN TEACH YOU,
BUT YOU CAN LEARN AND TEACH
BY YOURSELF.
ANIMESH DEY
18.02.2011
A message to all my brothers and sisters…………..
“It is my sick bed poem. I wanted to send a message through my first book ‘ THE HIDDEN SORROW. ’ I don’t know whether you liked it or not but my second one is an undefined poem ‘ MY UNDEFINED ANGEL’ signifying the role of a mother. I am not a poet. I am poor like you but I love to write poem. I never read any novel, I never wrote any poem earlier. It is my first live poem; I am very unlucky like you. I just was trying to awake my societies to live with good thoughts and words. A good thought can make you happy. Never try to move above your limitations. Think why you here. Life is once and duties are more. You can find your destiny by your duties. Remember you can make more lives. A life can’t judge you but you can judge a life. You are not for yours but for thyself. My five days poem is about my angel mother and we mothers. My life is being less to define her and it is undefined to define. I failed here to define her and her hidden sorrows and joys. She is our immortal idol. We should never disappoint our mothers. I don’t know why I stepped here and don’t know where I am going by my mind but you can help me to shine.”
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
We have thousands of smiles but millions of tears. Yes, we cry more than we laugh. We are going to forget our all duties. I am here again with my incomplete undefined lines poem “MY UNDEFINED ANGEL” to define one creation ‘Our Mother’. Alone it was being very difficult to define. At last, I wish to thank….
My mother (Anjali Dey), who gave me a smile,
My father (Gouranga Dey) for his firm faith.
My own elder brothers Pintu, Kanti, Samaresh for their
eternal support.
I am grateful to my publisher smashwords.com.
I am particularly like to thank Mr. Dipak kumar chakma, my aunty Sujata Chakma, brother Manav for their endless support and prayers.
I would like to thank my cousins and friends Sumanta, Sweta, Rajeswari, Moumita, Ramanpreet, Sushma, Lincoln, Jayanta, Dhruba.
Lastly I would like to thank you all readers. I was trying to feel her through my first poem. I am dedicating this poem “MY UNDEFINED ANGEL” to all mothers. Lastly a salute to all mothers and girls
MY ANGEL MOTHER
Yes, you are my only valentine.
I am praising on my worthless attitudes,
I am praising on those moments with you.
No one was there as precursor.
Your worthy promises prefabricated my
Worthless attitudes.
Your predominance attitudes influenced me.
It prickly-heated all over my mind.
My presumption was wrong,
But my puzzle mind searched you
In the ocean of love.
You are looking so vacant.
I was in search of you
And your shadow.
I was so hide and seeking.
All were not being so trustworthy,
But had a hope to dream
And a hope to fulfill a desire,
A hope to fulfill a dream,
A dream was being prewritten,
A dream which was being
Incomplete without you.
Where you escaped?
I was searching you all the day,
My days becoming so long
But hopes becoming so stretches,
But you are still in my mind,
But my mind is becoming very restless,
But I searching you everywhere.
My life never argue,
But a life can argue.
I am becoming so empty minded.
Am I misguiding my mind?
Am I mistrusting my heart?
Do my mind misspell to
Utter a name?
It is now puzzling me again,
But I am not answering
It to anyone,
But can say I am going
To die.
It makes me bound to feel,
It makes me bound to share.
I found many hawthorns,
I disallowed all to stop
My feelings.
It is being headstronging,
But not so heart burning.
Now it is being so hideous,
I am hilariously waiting.
A heart is waiting for a heart,
A heart is waiting for a mind,
A spell is being undefined
To live and to feel,
But he helped to found you out.
I saw your twinkling eyes.
Me again puzzled by my mind.
Nothing I expected from a life,
Just to listen a word.
A name from a love life,
A life which was alive
To live a life.
I even expected to spell
A name by my mind.
It squeezed my heart by
Fear and by attitudes.
I saw her troubles,
I observed a fear on
Her twinkling eyes.
Her twinkling eyes becoming
So rigid.
I was far apart from my
Heart.
It stagnating a life
Which was tied by you?
It was tied by my soul
‘Cause I worshipped you.
Yes, I worshipped you.
How can I forget to worship
My goddess?
I am not for my interest.