My Try One - Poem by Ajit Chaliha
(1) : Flow of life's journey.
What do I write, to express
*The other day I was trying to
Life's tinny drops of happiness,
* Go back in time and remember
Or of the bucketful of sadness.
* My early memories from infancy
Both are a plenty, spread over the
* To the 75 years of my life.
Three score and ten years of passage;
* And this small jot is the result.
Through the faltering undiminished goals,
* (1) covers the period as a toddler.
Half remembered, stuck for eternity.
The cuddles and cockles of infancy
The newness of
Each vision, each touch or smell of exploration
The unknown colours of the rainbow,
Add the mingling of strangely unfamiliar sound
Some harsh, some soft
to complement to the familiar rhythm
Of mother's heart.
The faint recollections of
Early winter walk down a winding path,
At the end of which was the dew laden tree,
A tree covered with small white flowers
With heady and divine smell
That tells a story of sweetness and of honey.
Of the taste of nectar, when sipped at the stem
Or remembrance of the inter linked chain of this flowers,
Which adorn the small head of the little sister,
To dress her up as a fairy princess.
And to bring the shrill shout of Joy,
From the collection of tiny friends, with
Shouts of glee, of happiness expressed with
Spontaneous whim with no reason or rhyme.
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