Eternal Scent In The Mind's Heart - Poem by Sharbaniranjan Kundu
For a few years now,
breathless I reach the spot
to catch my chartered bus to office.
A young female person past her teens,
and very fair and gentle,
with a black snake forehead tatoo,
walks past me many a days.
Like a whiff of spring fragrant breeze
she wheezes past me those days.
You are turned on
as she goes past you
in a sweet gentle manner.
Just that little raise of the eyes,
just that slight jerky rhythmic gait -
as she walks past you -
they just take away your breath.
And you just watch her walking away!
It is indecent to say hello
to an unintroduced.
On days you just await her
and she is not to be seen
as your chartered bus arrives
and you leave the spot.
Probably she has changed her way
or changed her time
to avoid embarassment
and the flutter she caused.
But lo! she appeared again.
Probably she was unwell
or went out of station
or just took leave of her daily engagements
for whatever reasons.
One day when the chartered bus and she arrived together
you had to show courtesy
and allow her to pass by
before you could board the bus.
Promptly she changed the sidewalk next day.
From path to path she will proceed in her life.
You, a middle aged man, sure will waste away.
But somewhere in the mind's heart
she will remain as a little flower of fragrance
too young to desire
but too strong to forget the scent!
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