Call Of The Ladder Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda
Call Of The Ladder
The east breeze and the dawn gone
And the divine eye to its falling action
Oh the south wind too are in dying bed
All the three windows are closed
For the light and air only the door
Oh it is in the north paving the chill wind
Let it be closed
The warm room is closed now
Now the green paddy is grey straw
Thoughts are dead now..
What is it in the corner?
Yes it is the loving ladder
To enter into another.
How familiar words can provide a sence of 'defamiliarization', is truly, aptly and artistically manifested in this poem.....thank u for sharing sir....
Your poem, it is synonymous with the tunnel that bridges this world and the other world.
Thanks for the very reading... and for the evaluation.... the reference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 11:50:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think i 'get' it. i don't think i'll ever climb a ladder. at least not UPward! ! ! but i shall die; i'm pretty sure of THAT. I'm guessing green paddy is living person and grey straw is dead person? to my/our May showcase, 'young' man! bri ;) thanks.