Perched high in ecstasy at the glorious sundown hour,
Beneath the heaven the world felt so pleasant,
And life a misused blessing.
After the stage when wait turns life,
Life a blank hope,
So heaven was the time that will-o-the-wisp
Turned a bright prospect;
Ahead of me lay golden moments,
Protected in granite forts.
Here was life in its bloom-
Sun not scorching, air un-shivering,
Protruded from tender stems scent and beauty.
The moon was shining now, breeze a soothing company
And then the glimpse so awaited-
For which parched was heart and life with thirst and wait,
The mere moments promised of an eternity…
The promise was so clear in silence,
The glow was so bright in gloom
My parched life got water so desired;
Pregnant was life with bliss…
A sapling rose at the coming dawn.
-17.19\10\97,Calcutta-63