LEND ME YOUR EAR --------------------------------- Through the decrepit passage I entered in that bizarre old world; It may appear a ludicrous story; But I was there, When sun was preparing to go to bed; Smoke everywhere; I was wearing specs – Smoky blue glasses…. In that hazy world All were blurred, Except what I loved to see, Believe me or not… The passage took me to a spot Where I found myself Standing beside a boy, A few years older than me; He was making clay model… I know this boy…. Rather, I knew…. He opened a new door for me… One day he announced: “Be prepared for a magic.” “What is going to happen?” “Observe… Don’t talk…” He torched dry leaves, Branches, Papers And And to my amazement He threw the clay model… Fire started licking it… And after some time It was a reddish doll…. I heaved a sigh of relief; “It was not a wild goose chase” I thought… I was so proud! I came to know something new! The doll looked gorgeous! Fire gave it a new look! I loved the color… Wisp of smoke Like a tuft of hair Attracted me; They say, Make hay while the sun shines; I tried to catch the thread of smoke And it took me to my granny Busy in her kitchen; Her face was red; She was working; And fire reddened her pretty face; I wanted to talk to her; I missed her so badly; I was so bad in expressing my emotions; I pulled up my socks; My hands started trembling; I was wobbling; I tried to go forward; I lurched; And I tumbled down… A queer fall Ceaseless Incessant Endless I was seeing red… Suddenly A few words Peeped in my mind Old, Fire, Smoke, Red, Fall A big fire gobbled me up; I was almost prepared to throw in the towel When the fire puked me; Was that me? ……………………………………………………………………………….. Samita Chattopadhyay July 25, 2014 at 2:17am ………………………………………………………………………………..
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 08:54:27 +0000
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