Of Sights And Seasons Poem by Abhisek Bandopadhyay

You tend not to notice until
you find some
places changed... some people missing..
that the skies remain just
as beautiful and whimsical, the clouds
gather and disperse
in astounding formations,
the twilit streets
are still illumined
by more and brighter lights,
the vagrant winds continue
to wander, and trees and branches
show their sway, their leaves
collect their dew
or dance to droplets of sudden rain,
as the city roars to perennial festivities.



The tides continue
to turn magnificently, to our
cold comfort,
as petals wither
and children grow to skeletons.