Nature I Met Once Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

light from very low below the stone
where I stood that evening hill
small the village perhaps there
few people lived on the lap of mountain
lights almost faint yet exist
peoples of different age might it be
might be of same old age
might be...

stars above covered
thin layer of frost I thought
step by step carefully I climbed down
a little torch helped me much I carried with
but now not at my hut
at least one night I had to live with them
at least was my aroused passion

slow but with steady feet through
the mountain forest proceeded
the light source I seen before
crossing a stream sometimes up
sometimes down at last neared the heaven
silence their ornament
solitude their destiny
no horrific glance they looked at me
easy asking but language not known
simply with expression
communicated my night staying passion
outside whom I met an old grandma
and inside the cottage her granddaughter
exactly not assumed but 18-20 the age
no astonishment no fear no bizarre thinking
simply they made me a seat on a bed to sit
little a lantern they put middle the room
and they observed with both two pair of eyes
glimpses of greetings and invitation laughing there
asked me whether food I needed or not
their night arrangements prepared already
boiled potato and vegetables
they were ready to distribute
my city-dwelt complicated mind
when calculating my refusal or acceptance
fasting or their generosity
without any hesitation took out three clay bowl
grandma distributed the preparation within three
two bamboo sticks they supplied
and never after I have got the taste of that night meal
throughout my life again
so celestial it was so cosmic the empowered greens
stream water leaves burn fire
never never never before after the touch of life
that night entangled me and we three
grandma, granddaughter and me under a cover
made of what don't know but the nymph embraced me hard
hot that night of another planet kept I behind before dawn
grandma again offered me a hot sip of boiled leaves
farewell first blew the daughter with naughty laugh
but my heart exploded with love and erosion
remembering the passed night again
grandma slowly taking her daughter entered behind
the loose and temporary door
I returned
but never again any other evening brought that light faint
while standing on that stone that mountain that low land
everywhere the same except the light the cottage I once slept...!