In pensiveness and in subjectivity,
My mind hovers over the times that were…
When touch down is but an aerial feel,
My soul touches base in matters more than one
Of a childhood spent in games,
Of flowers and seasons in the rain
When running after dragon flies was a pastime too serious
To think of a career was all but tedious..
When running in the fields was akin to life..
Oh such were the joys of childhood alike
Today I have perfumes that smell and allure
But what is it about the smell of the land that overpoweringly endures-
In times of sadness it gives me hope
That little tinge of HOME as I know, is still within my scope
No matter where or how far I go, the touch of my land shall linger within me..
In joys so sweet & memories so fresh
I shall think of a HOME I never left.
In coming back to it, as lovers who never parted be..
Home is the smell of my lover I never left for thee
In corners and nooks I shall discover home again,
In a scratch here or a song sung there, I shall recollect it all with pain
Of friends and lovers, in loving memory they come all..
As my eyes delight in places that were mine,
I touch and feel and go back in time
When love and life stood still as time
As if for me waiting for a lifetime-
My eyes moist with the song of joy as I touch the land I never forgot,
Of friends and loved ones, just a whisper away…
Never shall I smell the same again
As I drench myself in my HOMELAND again
As the wheel of my dreams do a touch down on the soil of joy
Years of childhood come back at once
When the mind all at once rings in joy
My land My land ..here I come…..all over and over again.
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
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