ceiling fan photo (public domain)‘A Ceiling Fan’s Life (Is Like a Man’s)’ and Other Poetry by Shamik Banerjee The Society April 4, 2025 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 4 Comments . A Ceiling Fan’s Life (Is Like a Man’s) On wintry days, it rarely spins Except when mopped floors need to dry. Its mission, once December’s in, Is just to idly hang on high And watch us squabble, cackle, cry In earthy dramas’ peace and strife. This is the childhood of its life. When April faintly sobs, “Adieu,” And week by hot week May draws near, We switch it on, but for a few Minutes when noon rays singe and sear. Though used at this time of the year, It’s mostly idle—just a teen Fixed on that childish, old routine. As summer’s tri-month gang stands tall, Subduing springtime’s pleasant breeze, Its duty never ends at all. Two great responsibilities: To cool us down and bring us peace Of sleep. It toils without a halt— Hence, finally, a true adult. When autumn and his peer monsoon Arrive, their north wind takes its place. Less burdened now, it hears the tune Of drizzle that wets nature’s face. Indeed, a sweet, relaxing phase. It hardly spins—once in a while— When middle age comes with a smile. The days of winter come again— This time as life’s enfeebling stage. Now gathering dust, it is a den For crawlers. No one to assuage Its plight or clean its blades: old age. It lies unseen above our heads, Forgotten, hushed, alive, yet dead. . . To a Mirror How long will you keep showing man _His outer, fleeting states And not the dictum written on _The pages of his fate? Why is your fervour only for _The phoney and the snide? They sneer at you; you do the same, _And thus enlarge their pride. But one who, honest, when deceived, _Ravaged, and torn apart, Slow-weeps before you, you don’t show _The sun within his heart. —both previously published in Rundelania . . Shamik Banerjee is a poet from Assam, India, where he resides with his parents. His poems have been published by Sparks of Calliope, The Hypertexts, Snakeskin, Ink Sweat & Tears, Autumn Sky Daily, Ekstasis, among others. He received second place in the Southern Shakespeare Company Sonnet Contest, 2024. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 4 Responses Roy Eugene Peterson April 4, 2025 Comparing the ceiling fan seasons to the cycles of life is an inspiring poem that touches the heart, since it is such a fitting example. The mirror that only can reflect the outer being of our existence is a well-phrased and rhymed poem that also makes us reflect. Shamik, these are two wonderful poems. Reply Daniel Howard April 4, 2025 Very moving final verse for the Ceiling Fan. Reply Cynthia Erlandson April 4, 2025 Your metaphor comparing a human life to the life of ceiling fan is a very original, clever idea, and quite a delightful read. Each phase of life is visually presented. I love your phrase, “summer’s tri-month gang”! And “alive, yet dead” actually works to describe a dormant ceiling fan. Reply Paul A. Freeman April 4, 2025 The ages of man told with the extended metaphor of a ceiling fan – brilliant! Away from temperate climes and wealthier nations with their ubiquitous air-conditioners, you give the topic a raw, exotic feel (for this ‘northern climer, anyhow), full of monsoons and searing suns. Ode to a Mirror, full of observational philosophy, gets a two-thumbs up from me, too. A small suggestion – in line 2, I felt ‘state’ works better than ‘states’. Thanks for the reads, Shamik. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Roy Eugene Peterson April 4, 2025 Comparing the ceiling fan seasons to the cycles of life is an inspiring poem that touches the heart, since it is such a fitting example. The mirror that only can reflect the outer being of our existence is a well-phrased and rhymed poem that also makes us reflect. Shamik, these are two wonderful poems. Reply
Cynthia Erlandson April 4, 2025 Your metaphor comparing a human life to the life of ceiling fan is a very original, clever idea, and quite a delightful read. Each phase of life is visually presented. I love your phrase, “summer’s tri-month gang”! And “alive, yet dead” actually works to describe a dormant ceiling fan. Reply
Paul A. Freeman April 4, 2025 The ages of man told with the extended metaphor of a ceiling fan – brilliant! Away from temperate climes and wealthier nations with their ubiquitous air-conditioners, you give the topic a raw, exotic feel (for this ‘northern climer, anyhow), full of monsoons and searing suns. Ode to a Mirror, full of observational philosophy, gets a two-thumbs up from me, too. A small suggestion – in line 2, I felt ‘state’ works better than ‘states’. Thanks for the reads, Shamik. Reply