Rain just stops
falling,
I come out from a
shade of a shop
In the street of College
Squire,
Kolkata gets path of
swaying of rain.
I stop at College
Squire Lake,
A mist hovers in
circling strangeness,
Lake water cool and
vibrant with little waves,
Magical moments, behold
decent calmness.
Rain holds easiness
upon the earth,
It is the source of
charming apparel
In sequence of
philosophical tune,
I just take the path
of remembering
Of those days when I came
here
For taking a dig into career
Forty five years back,
and to me now
This lake is like something
born
Behind glossary of connective
terms
Those are still
musical in heart of
Roving life with
significant zeal to survive,
In the heights of
remembering the past.
