Today is the Bengali New Year (Shubho Noboborsho or Poila Boishak). Since people from West Bengal mark this festivity as a time of auspicious beginnings, I thought that I should write a poem to mark a sacred beginning of my own creation. Sometimes we forget to think about ourselves, the person that we know best and most intimately; that can have dangerous and life-changing consequences. That said, I would like to end this message on a light note with the hope that reading this poem will inspire others to look inwards and cleanse themselves of unhappiness as well!
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Self-Song by Shreya Manna
I’m sorry. That’s all I can say, self.
You always were so good with words but
you can’t help me now. Heal, self,
heal for me. What can I say to help?
I promise that I take responsibility now
now and forever. So here I am, by your side.
This time will be different.
I will look the child with
the presence as pure as gold straight
in the eye.
Keep reading and read-joicing,
Shreya
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