Dedicated To.... Poem by Upendra Majhi

How many springs did I dedicate to you,
its songbirds, its mild breeze in the eve,
all falls of all leaves,
as blown away by all wind,
its silent dark nights,
its murmuring moonlit night,
Nothing I kept with me
how many monsoons I dedicated to you,
its distant thunders, its flying clouds,
the white thread drops saree-knittings of sravan
its hundredone taal beats on equal number of leaves,
its bubbles, its streams, its obscurity,
its speed wind and swingings of the branches,
Nothing I kept with me
how many winter morns and foggy morns did I
dedicate to you, how many winter golden sunsets
did I dedicate to you
the bonfire, the dip in ice-cool pond water,
how many village fairs did I dedicate to you,
its tasty stuffs,
No taste is stored in me.
No sight, no sound and no memory is stored in me.