When the auburn setting sun fainted
I dipped in the shades of reminiscences
flew the sprightly dancing birds
Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…
Unlike the human who leaves
ne’er turns and looks back
The scent of the nostalgic dust
Of thy motherland
although when fills the nostril
of the wetted eye…
How hath the colour changed of the sky
I watch the clouds move
from the place where I once dwelt
to newer horizon…
long years ripens the hair
white silver streak visible
yet awaits the native soil
re tread of the same feet
which has lost the path
under the blue firmament.
soumyav 