I smelt of dung beneath my feet,
Fresh and full of Bacteria..
I wondered if they would ask me to come back,
Having found me after centuries of waiting..
But then the Bulbul that sat on the fat rock,
Staring at dumb fishes..
Crooned a sudden song..
It said 'we shall be lovers..
In our stillness, in our wait...
And when you come again..we shall embrace...
Like there was no distance ...ever!'
Come back..come back...
The turtle in the fish pond nodded in brevity
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury