Vision
Summer days have become so indifferent.
I smell the scent
of the lilies in the garden ,
haze of dust spreads,
sudden thunderstorms engulf
birds twitter when the hours sulk,
tit-bits and all,
but I miss a gaze of innocence.
He broke a whole champak* stalk to show me once
Summer days have become so indifferent.
I smell the scent
of the lilies in the garden ,
haze of dust spreads,
sudden thunderstorms engulf
birds twitter when the hours sulk,
tit-bits and all,
but I miss a gaze of innocence.
He broke a whole champak* stalk to show me once
A wonder of nature which
he thought to be a bouquet grown on the tree.
How I reproached you,
At your foolishness that day,
he thought to be a bouquet grown on the tree.
How I reproached you,
At your foolishness that day,
As you were taken aback in an innocent confusion!
None would break a branch to show me any flowers anymore.
You are gone .
Gone is your childish wonder.
None would break a branch to show me any flowers anymore.
You are gone .
Gone is your childish wonder.
© 2019 Nupur Chakrabarty
*champak, referring to a children’s magazine published
fortnightly in India
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