Nostalgia Poem by Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan

Gone she is and the music
            along with her too is gone,
But the fragrance though fading, still there is
            and remembrances of the morn:

When the pink sun had first smiled
            from behind the hillock fold
And the whole grassland and cedars
            had been painted in molten gold

'Twas then in my bosom she blossomed
            radiant as a thousand suns,
And when she smiled, her roses bloomed
            with the sparkle of a million dawns!

And so she sang, so quite enrapt
            I listened to her lilting tune,
And as the hours flowed, I sat
            dreaming a palace on a sandy dune.

But the narrow confine of my heart
            stifled her ample spirit
And so she leapt and out into wide
            expanse of my garden she scurried!

There she danced from flower to flower
            nor a bush nor a leaf could hide
Her radiance, her boundless splendour
            as she waltzed from side to side.

Where she walked the soft grass bowed
            as to cushion her treading feet,
And the low-hanging boughs showered
            sweet flowers for her to greet!

When I looked at her in her eyes
            she blushed and looked no more,
But when I touched her, ah what surprise!
            she started and scurried on yonder.

Her thoughts in my thoughts I harboured,
            pined for her sight and smell,
And when I heard her in what sweet anticipation
            my beleagured heart did swell! !