Token

It's been two days
Since the Nor'wester.
Its ferocity left back
As token everywhere-
Broken branches,
Twisted wires.
A bird's feather,
A red dried leaf,
Some broken beads;
Uprooted
from its original place of resting.
Now lie amidst the shrubs
Perhaps a little uncomfortable,
Out of place
In it's new surroundings,
In my garden.

A Stray incident also happened.
The fury of the wind
Had uprooted a roadside tree,
Causing it to fall
On a passing taxi.
The poor driver
Had not even succeeded,
In offering a token resistance.

In his honour,
The city's mayor
Offers some token money
To his wife
To express his condolence.

His grieving wife
Plans to hang a photograph,
Dating back to their day of wedding,
On the bedroom wall.
A token of remembrance
Of the good times spent.

It's been two days now.
All is calm
Till it's time,
For the next storm;
A token of protest by nature
For, it believes,
it is being wronged.

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com. View all posts by gdutta17