What Did We Ever Talk About? -poem

 

What Did We Ever Talk About? -poem 

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

What Did We Ever Talk About?

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Inside the hostel room,

we chatted away

till eight at night.

Sitting there,

we talked till midnight.

Then, lying down,

we talked on till twelve.

During our morning bath,

we talked by the village tank.

With idlis in our mouths,

we talked in the mess.

Notebook in hand,

we talked all the way through college.

At the noon break,

we talked beneath the trees.

And as evening fell,

we talked by the roadside.

What all we talked about!

What strange and wonderful things!

How much we talked—

and yet,

what on earth

did we talk about?

— Nagendra Bharathi

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My Poems/Stories/Articles in Tamil and English  

Time Passes - poem

 Time Passes - poem 

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

Time Passes - poem 

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In every season of life,

time somehow finds a way to pass.

When I went to the shop

to buy a piece of candy,

when I sat frightened,

buried in my books for an exam,

when I lay yearning,

thinking of someone or other,

when I went to work

and learned the ways of life,

when I wandered with friends,

playing, chatting, laughing away the hours,

when I lived surrounded

by family and children,

when my blood had run dry

and I lived on medicines,

when I lay lamenting,

looking back at all that had gone—

time, once never enough,

has now become

a time that refuses to pass.

--— Nagendra Bharathi

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THE TROUBLE OF YOUTH — poem

 THE TROUBLE OF YOUTH— poem

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(thanks to ChatGPT for helping me to translate my original Tamil Poem into English  )

THE TROUBLE OF YOUTH

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Waiting, waiting—

eyes grow heavy,

watching, watching—

they burst into rapture.

Gathering, gathering—

lips tremble with longing,

blossoming, blossoming—

a smile unfolds.

Noon, evening,

then the following morning—

the theft takes root

and spreads through the heart.

Where can it end?

Ah, the trouble of youth!

Yet that very trouble

is love’s fragrant jasmine—

the moment

two hearts

feel as one,

a garden of love

where no deceit

ever enters.

--------------— Nagendra Bharathi

My Poems/Stories/Articles in Tamil and English