My grandfather wrote the song in my mother tongue bangla for a then hit 60's bengali film, eto tuku asha (just a fraction of hope).
Have you ever witnessed life being defeated?
scorched by grief, drowned in tears,
every moment an epoch of atrophy
Dying by the day, hour, and second
So many dreams have I seen,
wither away, flower petals to the wind
dry leaves snapping at the heels underfoot
their murmur a medley of melancholy
remnants of unrealized aspirations
pervade the very air
and there they shall remain
echoes within earshot
much is brought to light in the daily news
not all aspects of our life is published
suffering, anguish, we keep to ourselves
And so it is lost in time
No one can read the will of the soul
a loved one fallen out of favor
For selfish reasons we stand side by side
But take up arms against each other
STAI LEGGENDO
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PoesiaYou'll see soon enough. Please note that..if something is dedicated to you..it does not necessarily mean that the piece is about you..... "The true identity of happiness is pain." "Tragic is my kind of magic."
