Comments about JIBAN GOSWAMI
In The Evening Of Life
In the twilight of life as I loll on my rocking chair
My eyes look but do not see all that's around me
I ride piggy back on memory's fragments
To times gone past and lost forever.
Lullabies wafting in the evening air evoke mother's scent
I have sought that scent in every woman
Love possibly smells always like that.
Strains of music escaping mind's debris