Rewinding Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

While rewinding the reflection of my past,
That playfulness at the twelve-year-olds,
To chase after the flying kites;
Those used to fly higher and higher
Thoughtlessly and vanished suddenly
Often before these open eyes
Was an winsome percipience.
much excited it was,
Much better than these thoughtful days.
No fuzziness, no hastiness
Could dare to threaten these eyes.
Just squealing in delight, squealing in delight...,
Where those flying kites would go often
Is still unknown..., to me it's still unknown.
May be to an unknown kingdom,
For some unknown inexpressible delights.
Still seeking I am those charming breezes
Not like such days wheting faintness,
Full of boredom,
And the cause of awarkerdness,
Too much! ...... Now, it's too much.
At the age of eighteen, those beautiful eyes
Were glistening everyday,
And always before my eyes.
Used to spend most of time to seek
That mesmeric smile as if whole the day
Was going to be a little rhythmic.
In this way, in this way -
I just wrote an unrhymed tune,
Lying thoughtlessly on a sand dune.