By Madhu Gangopadhyay
The Forgotten Parcel
He left with all things packed The last of his handkerchief His lighter and the half Full cigarette pack! She'd rummaged through the wardrobe Ensured nothing was left! Her nutty heart thought Nothing that belonged to him she'd kept! It was all over and done She could happily move on Now when she sits beside The fireplace with her book Or at dawn when on the Tree top perches the rook Echoes of the past Emit mournful squall They appear before her Crumble and fall! Was something left behind Something she didn't pack Slipped out of her mind! She couldn't remember however Her silly brain she racked! Oh only the kisses and that touch! The lost love the heart tries to clutch! If she could warp neatly and send; Would all her miseries finally end?
The forest their sky They glow and fly Like stars on Earth They waltz in mirth In the darkness deep An undying hope they keep A traveller's delight In the still dark night! Their fluorescent glow Tiffany threads flow A galaxy in the jade Milky way spread! Glow worms or fireflies Blazing lanterns of jungle life! Selflessly emits light Beautifies; makes the dark bright! Poet's muse, Inspiring profuse The confetti gleam Lifetime in a jiffy beam!
The Fallen Leaves
Have you ever heard the fallen leaves Of autumn? How they make music? From green to brown Yet no frown Shrivelled and dry Neither dirge , nor mournful cry Youth stolen, broken, still Undying hope filled They waltz and swirl Fly To soar high One last time across the sky To some far off foreign land Or to perch on golden sand On the ground crushed yet For resurrection eternally wait