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