Decades ago a seed was sown,
In the womb of earth —
My own earth.
It took some time before it saw the light,
tasted the tasteless, smiled at a face.
A face that would not leave its mind ever —
A face that would become the face forever —
A face that invited a beaming germination —
A face that assisted creation —
Time passed as do passers-by,
The seed metamorphosed
From decade to decade —
To centuries and ages hence,
It turned back, just for a change;
The origin was left far behind.
~Debdoot Mukherjee
Kolkata, India