My Waltzes Poem by AMITAVA MAZUMDAR

I measured my steps
before I waltzes
A day ago that moment came
to doorstep
Rains of yellowed leaves
swam down crackled and slept

I measured my steps
before I waltzes
Someday a wind from the hills
with cold stories came and visited
my parlour
'I'm here for you-
come and braces me'.
A drink from a sparkling glass on my hand
spilled further
All the curtains began to sway
as if flames from the fireplace raises
Shadows surround me all the room
and dances like Dames
I measured my steps
before I waltzes

The wind as well the sullen leaves
hit my face and flew off-
I was there on my room
like an unripened crop.