Jayanta Mahapatra By The Door

Mahapatra by the door Thinking about the times Gone, spent past Will never come again Visiting the balcony, The corridors Of life Sitting all alone And viewing, All alone And viewing it And ruminating and recollecting, Reminiscing and revisiting, How have the times, How have the situations changed, Of life and its moments, Situations and circumstances, How the landscape, how the scenario, But the mass and matter same, The same light dazzling by Each dawn break and glowing at twilight, Coming and retreating And darkness enveloping the world With mist and fog, Smoke and vapour, Myth and mystery, Dreaming and dreaming And taking visionary glides, Marking the lonely paths Leading to where, nowhere, Waiting for, But none has turned up.