Jane... It's For You! Poem by RAJESH.C BOSE

JANE…IT'S FOR YOU! (in memory of Jane Austin)

From this window of mine
Mystified with mist and vine
I gaze at you
The distance is shortened
But my vision is blurred.

Mist is there
Wet is your face
In the Moore
Walking lonely amidst the woods
Singing silence in angst.

Never did you cross your dwelling place
Nor were you possessed by
Yet so vivacious were your dream children
Nourished and grown up by you
By drinking the ink that made them well-known

You were in love with loneliness
Your soul mate for a lifetime
But you painted your world
In ink that made you immortal

Your life was devoid of incidents
Yet it was not accidental
You looked though your narrow window
But wide was your perception.

Oh!
What a painter were you
With your pride and prejudice
You painted the sense and sensibilities
Around you
Without any persuasion.

Forty one years
You lived as a recluse
Falling in love with loneliness
Stripping off others' loneliness.