torsa saha


Recollection - Poem by torsa saha

Green grass and the light sun
Over the cliff of mundane world
Spread out beyond the hues of thought
Of the spiral roads, upon the mountains, wrought.
Songs of merry that birds do sing
Bells the old school down the spark of spring!
Numbers and rhymes - forgotten all,
Dirged beneath years of dusty stroll -
Remembered again, under the tent of blue,
Chirruping flocks - as fresh as morning dew!
The keys are lost, the door is locked,
For ages the silence has grimly mocked -
At the promising skipper of the herd
Who missed the chance to play his card!
Shoulders lean back against the fence, today
To recollect the missing lamb, gone astray!

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Recollection by torsa saha

  • Indranil Bhaduri (8/6/2012 4:49:00 AM)

    Can feel the countryside. Beautiful words. Thanks for describing so vividly. (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2012



[Report Error]