Durga Puja Diaries, Kolkata – “Their reminiscences in Sonagachi…”

2012-08-19 16.29.52

The air smelled fishy,

I was only standing by the corner of that street,

Those windows were frowning down at me,

Reminding me of their age,

Wrinkled walls,

Now happy this way,

Like with a neatly trimmed white beard,

They subtly reflected years in their account,

Their sacks of experience,

As if humbly declaring they’d seen it all,

In this land of sullen stares and routine smiles,

They’d seen the law hacking without a saw,

That white ambassador stood there firm,

Confirming everything I felt,

He’d been there too for all almost all the while,

A witness to their reminiscences,

From that age of rebellion,

To this age of grace…

 

 

Debaroon’2012

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10 thoughts on “Durga Puja Diaries, Kolkata – “Their reminiscences in Sonagachi…”

  1. Beautiful lines you have sketched here with your words Deb! Now that Ambassador is truly symbolic of the the bygone era! I haven’t seen them as much when I visited India. Loved your poem!

  2. Debaroon your pen is mightier than your words . Like the phoenix you soar in the arabasque of poetic imagination . Very beautiful . Shreya

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