Autumn Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Autumn came it
With the kash grassy blooms
Dancing in the wind,
The dew drops dripping
Late into the night,
The cchatims tree blossoms
Hanging in clusters
And with them Durga Devi
Coming.

The kash blooms
Atop the tall standing grasses
By the marshy plots
Of the river banks
Just like the white beards
Of the old men
Or the beards of the old Santa Claus.

The blossoms in clusters
Of the old cchatim trees
Fragrancing the eves
Scented with
So heavily, strongly,
Enchanting the days
With the whiffs carrying us way.

And in the midst of all this,
The onset of
Devi coming
On a boat or on horse back
With the eyes cursory
And dark black
And historically mythical.