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The Language of Hope
The heart forbids the mind to let it go;
__Extinguished love has deeper scars,
__The foremost friend, the dreaded foe,
It burns and scatters flames like broken stars.
I pace upon the trampled grass and think
__Of all those days when sleep was sweet,
__How visions fed immortal ink
To wild imagination incomplete!
Much joy I yearn to hold in aching hands
__Because the spring is yet to come,
__And there among the cloudy strands
Of heaven, lies the place I started from.
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Satyananda Sarangi is a young civil servant by profession. A graduate in electrical engineering from IGIT Sarang, his works have featured in The Society of Classical Poets, Shot Glass Journal, Snakeskin, WestWard Quarterly, Sparks of Calliope, Page & Spine, Glass: Facets of Poetry, The GreenSilk Journal and elsewhere. Currently, he resides in Odisha, India.
Very beautiful, and musical! I love the imagery of the broken stars scattering flames, and your conclusion in the last two lines.
Dear Cynthia ma’am,
Thanks a ton for the compliment. Your poems have always been touching. I will look forward to them.
New Year wishes.
This poem is so filled with sensitive reflection !
I have read your carefully wrought work before, and have never been disappointed. Please do keep on publishing here.
Greetings Sally ma’am,
If that’s the case, then I would try my best to ensure that you’re never disappointed.
Thanks for the support. Best wishes
What a beautiful poem for beginning this new year…blessings on your journey.
Hello Allegra ma’am,
Much thankful for your kind words.
May the New Year bring the best for you.
This lovely piece remains reflective throughout, while adding a new kind of thought in each stanza. It also carefully interlinks rhyme (abab) and line length (5445), which gives a beautiful effect of ordered motion. The poem requires the reader to consider each word, but he is rewarded with clear progress toward a truly hopeful resolution. And he understands the depth of the title after contemplating the poem. All in all, Satyananda, these verses approach perfection.
Thanks a ton, Margaret ma’am.
Your analysis of the poem is beautiful. I’m glad it reached you in the same vibe it was written with. Wishing to read more of your poems in future
Best Wishes.
Plaintive, plangent, and perfectly measured, this poem pulled me through a long mood, with just enough ambiguity to keep me interested in peeling back the layers. This is one that Yeats might have wished he had written.
Dear C.B,
All of your comments on my works have been uplifting – to get such words from such a master that you’re is huge.
When I began writing poems back in 2016, W.B. Yeats was a major influence. And I remember having him as one of my Gurus – the mention of Yeats really seals the deal for me.
Keep inspiring. New Year wishes.
Beautiful.
Greetings!
Thank you for finding it so.
Best wishes.
This poem captured my attention, and didn’t let it go. It is a beautiful poem that seems better for leaving threads hanging.
Greetings David Sir!
Much gratitude for this wonderful interpretation of the poem.
Glad you loved it.
Thank you. Best wishes.
Well done Satyananda – I think your poetry is getting better and better: there is an increased fluency and expressiveness in this. A lovely piece of work.
Greetings Sir!
These words are comforting – I’ll always get back to these to find my own Muse whenever there ain’t any.
Wishing you a wonderful year ahead.
Satyananda, this is a beautiful poem, a poem that begs for more than one reading. It’s a poem that engages the heart as well as the mind and brings a message we need in times of greed and deception. Thank you very much. I look forward to reading more of your engaging works.
Susan ma’am,
You’ve always been very appreciative of my works – what more does an ancient poet in a modern world need!
Thanks a lot. Best wishes.