Sometimes when it would rain

And the evening would have a lucid charm

She would sit by that window of her living room

And think of days happy and warm

Like those days she had spent

Amidst the green, those hills,

Thinking of those flowers with scent

And that musical rill,

She would think of people she had

Like Ajay the ever smiling kid

She would think of also her dad

Who ran in single hand the homestead;

She would think of Rupsa too

The woman who worked at their kitchen

She would think of drops of dew

Which on grassy lands and leaves remained;

She would try to visualize

The way the path ran through woods

She would try to imagine that sky

Which gave her joyous cues.

                                                                                      ~Moinak Dutta

                                                                                        Kolkata, India