|DRAWN BY ARITRA SEN|
Fondling in the lap of her mother Like her sister and brother Stands still through thick and thin Having none to bother! Summer, rainy ,winter, spring Time travels as telephones ring. Furniture upholsters equipped A pen lying ink dipped. Lulled by dreams Caressed by nature- Birds chirping, And trees showering leaves like knives Blood spilling out from her body Death hugging her. Still she stands strong She keeps no fear Plangent- the beats of her heart Skin cursed with pellagra Live most in dart Wall paintings of cleopatra Panache in her name 'The David's' to spell Once she had her fame Memories propel The river now parched The rugged bridge arched Footprints encrypted Emotions printed. Night ascends Moonlit scenery blossoms, Imagination transcends reality, Naked bricks glitter steadily Huge patches of land Attached like a ligand Someday Will she honour be endowed? Or will moss be her shroud?