Mellow Nature, melting sunshine, gentle hues, waving ‘kaash’
Enchanting fragrances —
My ever – pulsating city I see you every day
Through an intricate leafy architecture of my quaint balcony
Now hushed and silenced.
The Bridge, Prinsep Ghat, the royal Gardens, the Colonial structures
College Street, Coffee House, the dreamy by-lanes
Where the old, wise trees cast their shadows…all beckon
Reviving old memories….
The empty seats and the cobbled paths await none.
Autumn….ever lingering yet ever elusive…like old photographs
The octogenarian Winter stares vacantly
Wondering whether there is yet another year in her account
The vivacious Spring makes her list of clothes and cosmetics
And she, Autumn…a human bridge
Ever suspended, never burnt
Makes mental notes of Puja to-dos
While shadows lengthen…
Together they await the Celebrations….the arrival of the Divine Mother!
~Dr. Supatra Sen