In The Forest With My Father Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

End of the night
We were to go the forest
When it thundered
And rain holed the soil.
You were all ready
You cursed the downpour
It was almost first light
And the forest beckoned.
Skimming the wisp of mist
The two of us floated
And landed and rose
From the soft cold grass
To the magical air
Inhaling the fragrance
Of a world you so loved
The jungle of loneliness.
You told me to be silent
Lest the birds were stirred
Untimely in their nests
And the deer were scared.
You told me to be silent
Lest remained unheard
A lone bull tusker
Smelling our trails
Or a spotted yellow streak
Scenting us the intruders.
You told me to be silent
Lest we missed the music
Of the residual drums
Raindrops played on each leaf
And the rising fogs
That made a milky bridge
Between two heavens.
The moments are now dreams
And the encounters fairytales.
You are ready
When comes down the rain
It is end of night
And the two of us
Skim the mist
To float in the forest of memories!