922: So Many Occasions Poem by Amit Biswas

So many occasions you and me have spent in this room,
Beneath the noisy fan, on this moist damp floor,
The red revolving chair borrowed your charm,
It was meant for you and only you whenever you come,
The blind board and the book-case watched every move of yours,
The deaf furniture heard every word you spoke,
The morn gone, trees on the parking lot shed leaves,
The evening heard the reverse horn of the home going car,

We discussed, we learnt, we enriched each other’s mind and life,
Flocks of birds start flying back on the smoky sky
Vehicles honk louder, sped past faster, as if in a race to die,
Different species in the same savannah return to different homes,
What when two birds of the same feather have different nests?
Wake up to greet the sunshine but does he meet his mate again?

(May 09,2007)