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.



13 thoughts on “RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL

  1. sharmishtha basu January 21, 2014 / 2:52 pm

    gorgeous! very true, human beings severe their ties ruthlessly!

    • soumyav January 22, 2014 / 10:24 pm

      Thanks Sharmishtha. Yes seldom people realize the true worth of others and the native land.

  2. vishalbheeroo January 21, 2014 / 7:23 pm

    The blue firmament binds us, despite our differences. Cheerz

    • soumyav January 24, 2014 / 12:58 am

      Yes , it speaks and reminds us wherever we are

  3. Shakti Ghosal January 23, 2014 / 3:30 pm

    Very evocative verse.

    Interestingly, in today’s world, technology empowers us to ‘be present’ and leave our electronic footprints wherever and whenever we choose to. So even if we choose not to look back, we need not lose out on :

    “…..The scent of the nostalgic dust
    Of thy motherland
    although when fills the nostril
    of the wetted eye…”

    Do you not therefore see yourself blessed to be living during these times?


    • soumyav January 24, 2014 / 1:02 am

      HI Shakti! Yes ,you are right that we are born and living in such an age where technology has bridged the gap of communication and has allowed to make us be present virtually at almost all teh places where we wish to be . Thats a boon,yet the real presence and the fact that we are away cannot be chnged.The feel of the nostalgia shall always remain whenever anyone misses his/her motherland and the call of the silent dust will always echo in hearts.

  4. Subhan Zein February 3, 2014 / 2:10 am

    I watch the clouds move

    from the place where I once dwelt

    to newer horizon…- this is great, thanks, Soumya. Your poems seem to be always filled with natural description like this one, and obviously this is one thing I’m lacking. Thank you.

    • soumyav February 3, 2014 / 2:39 pm

      HI Subhan! This is just the natural thought Subhan! And Iam sure you too co relate with it ,most of all the immigrants do share the same cloud of thought. You are good in your own style and description. Thanks for kind words.

      • Subhan Zein February 4, 2014 / 8:53 am

        Blessings and love to you, Soumya ♥

  5. Allwin Bright February 7, 2014 / 7:43 pm

    Reminds me of the song “Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera’ from Swades….

    • soumyav February 8, 2014 / 10:06 pm

      AN apt song Allwin, it too evokes the same emotions.

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