With The Child Always Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

In the lonely moments of yellow gold noon
On the roof alone under the crescent moon
You breeze down on my mind soft and silent
An aroma of old time from faraway firmament!
The magic wand of dream cleanses the rust
The present disappears comes back the past
Your lips part, in a hum of lullaby,
Cuddles in your arms the sweetest baby!
In the liquid dawn when the air spews dew
Its fragrance melts time to find you anew
You land in my yard with ageless grace
To bear the child in your warm embrace!
When dark clouds gather on the horizon
In the rising storm I feel all alone
You quietly come and lay your hands on me
To let me know you aren't gone, you can never be!