The Photograph Poem by RATIKANTA SAMAL

Old grey books many on the shelf
One independent Sunday I wished;
Carefully brought them down to clean
Found a nice memory when I dusted.

Older than these preserved books
Sure I was a college student then;
Glamorous and tempting young lad
I was looking different among ten.

We all were students of Economics
Close to each other; bosom friends,
In front of the college entrance gate
A snap was before the class suspended.

One after another old pages opened
Pulled me to the glorious college days;
Life among my friends and teachers
Not beyond eyesight; my soul says.

All are in my heart; happily dwell in
Though they are much busy in theirs;
Still I feel them in this precious photo
Becoming a thinker I run down tears.
24-01-2022