How for years together
At your humble heart
Had we nature's pure gathered,
Morn after morn, wintry mist
Dews assembling on fresh leaves
Like little sparkling gems
How in the vast green fields
We found mother Nature's
all pervading sense,
Those sprawling trees,
The light filtered through
Morning prayers
'Gate passes' few,
The sound of gongs
Waiting in queues
Before canteen ,long,
Table tennis, cricket matches live!
( on tv at common room
O what a dive!)
Indian Culture class,
Satya da standing quiet
Right at the entrance
Drenched by Light,
Jithu Mirani nodding his head
Money order or demand drafts
Arriving a bit late,
Shovon da dribbling the ball,
Wanshai strumming a song of a Fall,
Paia in his half broken bengali
Trying to tell us the story of one Sally
For whom his heart pined oft
Faraway somewhere at Wahingdoh
Who perhaps for him written soft
A letter , a mail,
A long, long distance call,
At the courtyard of GB, a sudden volleyball!
(* note: this poem is written upon visiting RKMRC , Narendrapur, after a gap of almost six years. )
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