The Lost Reverie Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

The rising sun spreads its immature beam
Portraying a reddish delight in the eastern horizon.
Reflection on the watery surface of the Ganga
Resembles with a burning cylinder emerges since bygone.

A flock of ‘Gung –cheel’ quickens their wings’ pace
With the refueling energy after night’s recess.
Does anything change in this world with my yearning
For an eternal journey into that rising splendid fire?

Adieu! The shrill bell of the morning ferry
Reminds my inseparable daily drudgery breaking the reverie.


10.08.05

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