Lost World /Dibakar Purkayastha Poem by Dibakar Purkayastha

I saw heaven's bounty, when I slumbered,
I seem to see the pristine time marches,
its fleet of minutes through the solemn
night under the friendly silence of quite
moon, towards the eternity, behold!

How my eyes get scary to watch thee,
The sprawled silence where the weary
limbs of nature enfolded in sleep, under
the bemoaned sky and where wind blew
like the roar of a wounded bull, behold!

And I do have not a hope of seeing again
The dear old land of my birth, the land of
Tall pines and tamarisks, dolmen and the
Stone hinges, pristine riverine and vales.

And I've not a hope of seeing again thee
neither my sweet boyhood, nor my youth
That I long to return to, oh thee mindless
time, but whatever faith among men there
still abides, unsullied, I beg you on all I've
Suffered, have pity on one whose heart
bears burden it has not deserved, behold!