Aharshi -Pami -The Budding Divine. Poem by Subrata Ray

I KNOW YOU FROM THE EVENT OF YOUR BIRTH
IN THIS MUNDANE AND MYSTERIOUS EARTH.
Your name -Aharshi, nick name, -Pami, Gulla, and other,
Dearly given by, grandfather, father and mother.

YOUR BELOVED MOTHER Rashni AND FATHER ABISHEK
IN YOUR CARE AND UPBRINGING TAKE INTAKE
YOU GROW DAY IN AND DAY OUT FROM WITHIN
AND LINK SENSE WITH NAMES AROUND EVRYTHING.

WODRS AS MUMMA, BABBA, DADU AND GRANY
BEGIN TO BLOOM IN YOUR TONGUE FLOWRY HONEY.
You behold, grasp, think, reflect and meditate
Upon the objects as Light, Fan, Cooker, bird, and rest
You are conscious of your little possessions
And wish to preserve what you like with fixed notion.

You know that you are in your kingly stature
And dictate to follow your whims by Order.
YOUR father is at your back and call
And to your Mother you are the be all and end all.

YOUR grand father AMALENDU, GRAND MOTHER TARA
And Reba, Sanku, Choton, and Susmita
Find in you ideal playmate and LIVE KOBITA.

To your poet, you are a joyous valley
A budding Divine and life enhancing glory.
In the days to come, you would jump
From one stage to another of life
And I hope you would learn, from Divine Urn
To be a banyan Tree, and honey Hive store
And for the service of comrades keep opened your door.