Under the mid day's scorching sun
Walking in the wood's serpentine path.
A bird's tweet from a distant place
Making the silence more prominent!
The silence is so penetrative
As if this earth is totally dead.
I could hear the sound of dry leaves
Fluttering around or murmuring under my feet.
Wondering with my past
And visualizing under lens,
My present empty house was
Once filled with ample of joy!
No night could be lazy in my house
It was so vibrant and buoyant around,
With laughter and gossiping
The house was vibrating round the clock.
Now, no sound echoes there
The door bell rings scarce,
In a single stroke all are swept
I'm now in an empty nest.
Relatives, my friends
Hardly they do come now,
The kitchen remains almost idle
Tea kettle also whistles at least! !
Once I could not find
A silent corner to rest,
Now being imprisoned within these four walls,
They are haunting me day and night.
Monsoon, spring, festival and functions
Now, they all come and go by.
My beloved is no more with me
No such urge can drive me ahead.
Sitting in a corner in that big arm chair
My old pendulum clock's chiming I listen!
I can sense the winter is chasing me -
with it's heap of snow and chilling breeze
to dump them upon me.
Under the mid day's scorching sun
Walking in the wood's serpentine path.
A bird's tweet from a distant place
Making the silence more prominent!
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Amativa (10.8.2014) 8-00am
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Amitava Sur
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