THIS ROAD

This road across the river bed

Makes me remember

Time has passage

For livelihood

For home

With sequence of events

And this river

Turns into a stream,

Again in rainy season

It turns to a monster river.

I stand at one bank and other bank

Is visible as if it is

Parallel line far away

With pillars being constructed

For a long concrete bridge

Along breadth of the river

All objects and all shadows

Just make matter motto:

Cross the river, and reduced the distance

For journey we pertain everyday

For living in busy sprain

We are facing daily like

Nailing a wooden block                                       

For building a make- shift bridge

We are walking on time and again.

The Subarnarekha stays with life and time.