A Singer Of Rama (They Also Sing Who But Feebly In Whispers) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A singer of Rama
Stood he singing,
Singing the songs,
Songs of Rama.

A singer,
A singer of Rama,
Singing,
Singing the songs,
Songs of Rama.

A singer,
A singer of Rama,
Rama,
Rama.

A sole singer,
Singer
Of Rama,
Rama.

He came,
Came and stood,
Stood far,
Far from.

Singing,
Singing
The songs,
Songs of Rama, Rama.

Tears had been,
Had been
In his eyes,
Eyes.

He was weeping,
Weeping,
Weeping bitterly,
Bitterly, inconsolably.

Tears,
Tears had been,
Had been in his eyes,
Eyes.

And he was,
He was weeping bitterly,
Bitterly,
Inconsolably.

I could hear,
Could hear
Just the soul,
The soul weeping, weeping.

I could,
I could,
Just,
Just the sole singer bereft of.

He was sad,
Sad and sombre,
Sombre and broken
As he seemed to be, seemed to be.

When I just,
Just could,
Could glimpse,
Glimpse standing as a shadow.

As a shadow,
The bereaved soul, soul,
That spirit, spirit
Just a spectre, spectre of some dear fellow.

Lost and bereaved,
Bereaved and bereft of
Weeping,
Weeping inconsolably.

Tears had been in his eyes,
Tears had been,
He was weeping,
Weeping and singing.

Weeping and singing
In hiding
All but silently,
Silently.

The songs of Rama,
Songs of Rama
All but silently,
Silently and slowly.

In whispers,
The songs of Rama,
Songs of Rama,
A singer of Rama he.



Wiping the tears,
Tears
With his hands,
Oh, the poor singer of Rama!

Oh, the poor singer,
The poor singer of Rama,
Rama,
He was weeping and singing!

In hiding,
Hiding,
O, that helpless,
Helpless singer, singer of Rama!

That helpless,
Helpless singer, singer of Rama,
That helpless,
Helpless and hopeless singer of Rama!

Tears had been,
Tears had been in his eyes,
Red, red with weeping,
But he unable, unable to express!

I saw him, saw him weeping,
Weeping in hiding
Inconsolably,
Inconsolably without any interruption.

But when I went closer, closer to,
The voice, the voice silenced it,
Silenced it
And heard I him not, not.

When I moved, moved closer,
Closer to, faded,
Faded it the spectre,
The spectre of the soul standing at a distance.

Who, who are you,
Who, who are you? ,
I called, called,
But, but the answer came it not.

Who are, who are you,
Are you standing? ,
I yelled, yelled,
But budged he not, budged he not.

But when I tried, tried to approach,
Approach him,
The image, the imaged blurred,
Blurred it.

With the passage of time,
The memory, the memory too grew,
Grew it faint, faint
And forgot I, forgot I the story.

Btu even now, even now
Whenever feel I sad and sombre,
Sad and sombre, grim and pensive,
Turn I, turn I to the singer, singer of Rama.

Whenever sad and sombre, sad and sombre,
Remember I, remember I the Rama music,
Rama music slowly and sadly
Sung by the strange singer of Rama.

Still whenever tense and anxiety-laden,
Go I, go I to the place
Where, where one day stood he, stood he
Singing, singing the song of Rama.

A strange, strange singer of Rama
Hear I, heard I singing, singing
The songs of Rama so zestfully,
So heartily and soulfully.

Sorrow, sorrow was in his song,
Pain, pain was in his voice
The songs sang he,
Sang he.

They also sing, sing
Who but feebly, feebly the songs,
Songs of Rama,
They also sing, sing.

They also sing, sing
The songs, songs of Rama
Who but feebly, feebly,
They also, also.

A strange sing,
A strange singer of Rama,
Of Rama
Was he, was he singing so soulfully.

But even now, even now I get it awe-struck
When I get remembered of
The poor, devastated singer of Rama
Singing the songs of Rama so zestfully.

He himself was devastated and ruined,
Poor and destitute,
Btu his song, song of Rama
So soulful, so heartful.

Sometimes I too weep, weep I
In feeling it
How, how the singer was, the singer was
And how his songs of Rama!

How the voice, the voice coming to,
Coming to,
Breaking silence,
Breaking silence!

How the singer, the singer
And the zest, zest of his living,
How the singer, the singer
Of Rama, Rama!