Emotional Deluge

I wrote this poem in my mother tongue, Axomiya(Assamese) a few days back.  I have a few Bengali friends from my college days with whom I share my poems.  Whenever I share a poem written in Assamese with them, I try to translate that to Bengali for their benefit. I do not claim any strength in writing in Bengali.  So if any of my reader finds my Bengali translation inadequate, I apologise.  Constructive criticism is appreciated as that will help me to improve my translation skill in future.

I translated the poem to English today and sharing all the three versions here, English followed by the original Assamese and then the Bengali translation.

 

If I am swept away someday
In an emotional deluge
Please stand by me
Be my rock
A pillar of patience Continue reading “Emotional Deluge”

Life of a Teacher

This poem started as my comment on Ritu’s (ButISmileAnyway)post ,The Life of a Teacher. I decided to modify, expand and post it on my blog. Ritu, I hope you won’t mind.

Life of a teacher
It’s difficult to define
A profession very fine
Daily riding a roller coaster

Not that of a preacher
Not a father nor mother
May be an elder
Brother or sister

A friend, perhaps
Guide and a philosopher
Moulding and shaping lives
Like a dedicated sculptor

Hope none turns out to be tyrant
Dooming young lives forever to a prison
Patience is a virtue
For teachers it’s so true

Good teacher’s influence never ends
Lessons learnt form a lifelong bond
Good times or bad or times of distress
Those lessons learnt one can always depend

If money is all you crave
Money is the means to an end
Then to be a teacher
You must be very brave

Life of a teacher,
Challenging, yes
Dull, never