The Secret Poem by Subroto Chatterjee

Thy happiness floats high in summer;
And sadness bites in winter;
Though you were a latecomer,
Your heart didn’t splinter.

You’ve learnt the secret to the senses,
With eyes that light a storm;
Not oblivious to romances,
Now silence is your norm.

Your mentor needs no answer
He’s found it in your smile;
Life’s a lovely dancer,
Just match it with your guile.

No secrets where there’s trust,
But feelings take a blow,
When reality is a must,
Some things you ought to know.

Thy burden is thy lightness,
Of being eternally good.
Thy laughter melts the darkness,
Just as well they should.

The years shall pass in good measure
And with it a memory,
Catch a moment at your pleasure,
‘tis not peremptory.

Some secrets are unsaid
While others shared and sold;
For every action to which you wed
Make it pure as gold.


Now follow him to the mountain
This trail shall not go cold;
Meet him at the fountain
Of youth that’s strong and bold.



Subroto Chatterjee
14th August 2010