Ring’’ For Ring Poem by Indranil Bit

Twice it rings,
The stupid phone;
As it sings,
Its monotonic tone;
Who is it?
At this odd hour!
Breaking peace!
Of the silent tower!
[The phone rings in the afternoon breaking the silence of the room]

Rattling down
The whirling stair,
Bearing frown
And with no flair;
She came down,
In a white gown;
She hitched it,
In a raging fit!
[The lady came down to receive the call. She was upset and that quite reflect in her delicacy ]

‘Who is this?
To stir a hiss!
Is it to tease?
When none to miss!
Is your brain at lease?
Or it’s resting at peace!
Try not to appease!
As I am not your sis’.
[The upset and broken-down lady scolds the caller for disturbing her at a wrong time of the day. She did it without recognizing the caller]

‘Charlotte’, a voice come,
Breaking the noon mum.
As husky like pebble rough
Rolling down the wired cuff.
A voice so close to heart,
Yet it is so far from sight!
Half a decade she waited,
Amidst all odds and fight.
[A man finally spoke. A chore voice. She recognized it. It’s the voice of her man, whose heart she had stolen and incidents parted them5 years back. ]

‘O my dear Charlotte!
My bird of spring;
Melody from vines!
Playing on a string;
Mermaid of dreams!
Floating in the spring;
Give back my heart!
And do give it filled’.
[When love prevails, it loosens all restriction in expressing. Some compassion. Some agony. Veiled with unbound emotions. ]

None quoted Charlotte!
None for a long time!
Then the silence breaks!
To yield, yet not a line!
Sobs and sobs and sobs!
The answer came fine!
Drops worth a million!
They speak a hundred line.
[Charlotte couldn’t speak, couldn’t make a sound. She cried silently. Her tears could have been blessed with a tongue. ]

‘Rock bed on a shore,
Are always slimy and green
So serine to the eyes!
Yet who dares to step on n in?
Lest the frog of marsh,
The king for its’ kin;
He dares to nobly owe
The sweet princess’s lips’
[He describes himself as the frog of marsh of the frog and the princess story, portraying his Love to Charlotte]

‘Tears dried’ quoted Charlotte;
‘They had dried for a long time’
‘But today’ murmured Charlotte;
‘I wish none but cry n cry n cry’
‘I donnott know’ mumbled Charlotte;
‘What feeling flow can express mine’
‘Is heaven so kind! ’ babbled Charlotte;
‘Or am I still dreaming for a far cry! ’
[Charlotte broke her mum, she broke into emotions. She felt like crying, shouting. She seemed confused. Her words mumbled. ]

‘The water that whirls in flood,
Graveled over calmly with time,
I am the promise made by a tree
On the offset of the winter time’
‘Come, embrace me’ pleaded he,
‘Come, throne thy the queen of my life’
‘Truly not a dream, yet is it not!
The dream we canvas with open eyes’.
[‘All rows between us has settled with time just like a flood water does. I am the tree that sheds all leaves in winter with a promise to re-jubilate with Spring’, he said. He then proposes her to accept him as her life partner. ]

‘Every eve when the sun crawls
The vermilion sphere kisses dust
I am there beneath the pine
Gazing a shadow growing in line
Longer it grows, the better it feels
I imagine it of both you and mine
When it fades into dark of the night
0’ as if our love has spilled all sight! ’
[Charlotte told how she used to spend every dusk imagining him in the long shadow of her, cast by the setting Sun. And when twilight welcomes darkness, it seemed her as their love become omnipresent. ]

‘All these years are spent in vain!
The journey I begun in wrong lane!
I chased a dream of riches to gain!
Slowly riches molded me to tame! ’
‘No more chase’ cried he in shame!
‘To grow in riches is only a game!
To dress you well, yet in false fame!
Uncloak you only to prove you a lame! ’
[He explains Charlotte how he chased money all these years, only to recognize the hard truth of the money game]

‘We will build an abode in the pine
From there to welcome every shine
We both will play the harp so fine
As we sing to the smell of turpentine’
“The ring of gold” both sung in tune;
“Is the ring of hope” both sighs in tune!
“Will show us the light” exclaim both;
“Will make us so bright” sung out both.
[They both sung the song of hope and sunk in imagination to lead their life beneath the pines.]