Poush Parbon Pithe (Bengal Cuisine)
My childhood around SUBARNAREKHA
Not
vivid, I forget its vastness,
Its
voice of flowing water,
It
was for three years, sixty years back.
Like
moving waters, like disturbed banks,
Unexpected
floods in rainy days, wake me
Up
around beetles in clogged water, in field,
I
was eager to announce I am not capped cave,
Rather
I am living like images of flowing water
That
gives way to possibility of survival
And
existence making tracks of wellbeing,
I
spend sixty years, outside of glowing SUBARNAREKHA.
Today,
in search of childhood, its breath,
A
painting just arrives before my eyes,
Quiet
arrives with a long beautiful bridge, almost dry riverbed,
Melancholy
now holds me in breath.
It
is like sight of nature’s game, and also journey
On
vast way of my struggle, like water current,
As
if I am still listening to the song of flowing waters,
As
if love lingers all in heart of my attention,
And
I want to say
Love
me more,
Comfort
me more,
And
I want to listen to the echoes of forgiveness.
