I Tread On This Piece Of Earth Poem by Bharati Nayak

I tread on this piece of earth
Home to my dear
Whom I met in some past
Still carry the fragrance
Andthe immortal impressions.

The roads have kissed
His feet many times
When he walked on these lanes,
The corridors of the college
Where he studied
Listened to his talks
Whenhetalked to his friends.

The tables and chairs
In the corner of the library
Where he planted his dreams
Carry the touch of his body.

Out of so many books
Some might have
Felt the touch of his hands
Some might have whisperedto him
Some newdreams.

The college canteens
Might have been reverberated
By his light-hearted laughters
Or served him coffee
To lighten his glooms.

The red color of goldmohurs
And the yellow Sunari flowers
That line the big wide roads
Have woven colors
To his ideas.

The open meadows and gardens
Might have been ruffled by his feet
The sweet breeze might have sung him lullabies.

Cuckoo's song
Might have startled him often
And how often
He would have looked expectantly
From his windows
To see the postman
Or opened theletters
Withtrembling hands!

What emotions crossedhis mind
When he read the letters
That carried loving words from his beloved!

He might have kissed them
While reading
Some tear drops
Might havesoaked the letters
Before hefoldedand put them
Under his pillow.

The heavywinter nights
Laden with dew drops
Might have brought
Some bad dreams, fearand frights
Which he would have burnt
In the candle
That was lamped from thewarmth
Coming from those letters
Under the pillow.


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