Gulmohar’s red hues
Instantly soars my spirits…
I step back in time.
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http://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/05/11/tanka-tuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-225-synonymsonly/
Gulmohar’s red hues
Instantly soars my spirits…
I step back in time.
Copyright @ Goutam Dutta
http://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/05/11/tanka-tuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-225-synonymsonly/
“What is there on the other side of the river?” Asked my grandmother. “Bangladesh”, I said. “The country of your birth!” The river was the boundary Between the two countries, Between many aspirations, dreams; Once an anxious yearning to cross For those, Who had tried to save their lives By crossing over and in the process became labelled as refugees during Bangladesh’s Liberation war. “My childhood is left back on the other side”, My aged grandmother said. “Perhaps lonely today. Perhaps it roams about Wearing the garb of serenity That nature stitches for all Amid the gentle lapping Of the moon lit river water On the river bank. This serenity induces A sense of nostalgia, Perhaps a longing even today”. “Tonight, this serenity colours my thoughts blue! I wish I could hold on to the clouds And cross the river’s boundary. I wish I could sit with my childhood, Bathed in my moonlight, Wrapped in my silence, In the serenity of my river bank, One more time!”
Copyright @ Goutam Dutta
The past;
tugged at me from behind,
Begged me fervently,
Implored me all throughout,
To take away as much of it,
As could be filled in the heart and mind.
Why should we stay back in a place that
we know you would never come back to?
So we filled our senses
And our heart to the brim.
When the tears came,
We knew we were stuffed
to the point of overflowing.
Now we have our past as memories,
Enough to last the rest of our life.
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