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(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

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Smell of Last Rain

Smell of last rain still not dried on their bark
They stand skyward taller somber and dark
I part the sodden grass to see if there’s a mark
Of the autumn’s trail when I last walked the park!

Does it still survive there the hushed canopied shade
Where sweet nothings were whispered commitments made
Dreams grew like wild grass and then in despair bled
As time ripped the woven words made them a barren glade!

Do they still come there in two lover’s timeless face
Sit on the wooden bench embraced in sculpted grace
For in those summer noons they hadn’t an address
Except in the labyrinth of heart a misty priceless place!

Can I still find them the two heads drawing close
Looking bonded for eternity breathing from one nose
Never making it but never timeworn forever new
In the pursuit of autumn’s trail the duo of me and you!

Smell of last rain still not dried on their bark
They bough over the couples in foliage green dark
For years will breeze past but they’ll make their mark
When they choose to hold hand and walk into the park!

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014


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  • Tribhawan Kaul (1/25/2014 1:57:00 AM)

    Trees are mute witnesses to happenings around them.....and the smell remains....smell of everything...lovely write. Enjoyed reading.

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  • Valsa George (1/24/2014 10:01:00 AM)

    I part the sodden grass to see if there’s a mark
    Of the autumn’s trail when I last walked the park!

    Beautiful lines! ! A lovely poem! !

  • Dilantha Gunawardana (1/24/2014 6:35:00 AM)

    I really liked this poem especially the second verse

    Does it still survive there the hushed canopied shade
    Where sweet nothings were whispered commitments made
    Dreams grew like wild grass and then in despair bled
    As time ripped the woven words made them a barren glade!

    Beautifully crafted!

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