Comments about Mandira Ghosh
In tonight's tranquil silence
With soft spoken melodies of the cool spring season
With enchanting verses, with reflecting melodies
A garland is made to coronate the next living planet.
Down and down to the hemisphere of the universe
Star foretells - cool breeze blows
Same old words vibrate in the atoms of the atmosphere
Echoes during season, after season.
When eastern water from the Indian Ocean flooded all the historic coasts
Myth began - fossils faded away
As those astronauts have crossed another infinite distance
My ancestors have reconstructed ...