In
one winter morning this year,
I
stand upon a make-shift wooden bridge
Upon
the flowing of the river, Subarnarekha,
Sunlight
sparkling on waters
Light-bubbles
dancing,
Looping
and pulling time and tide alongside.
Moving
fast with bouncing waves,
Glittering
episode of life just survives with joy
Sharing
and glowing with great integration.
I come
here sixty years later
Of my
childhood, and that time I stood here,
Played
with water and sand,
And
childhood memories do not mess
With present
happenings, all are going
With
anchor and shore,
With
distance and dream,
The river
Subarnarekha flowing with gleam.
Note: This poem is written in celebrating Thursday poets Rally, Five Year Anniversary , Week 79, January 14 - 27, 2015, i.e. January 14, 2010 -January 14, 2015.
