Under the mid day's scorching sun <br />Walking in the wood's serpentine path. <br />A bird's tweet from a distant place <br />Making the silence more prominent! <br /> <br /> <br />The silence is so penetrative <br />As if this earth is totally dead. <br />I could hear the sound of dry leaves <br />Fluttering around or murmuring under my feet. <br /> <br /> <br />Wondering with my past <br />And visualizing under lens, <br />My present empty house was <br />Once filled with ample of joy! <br /> <br />No night could be lazy in my house <br />It was so vibrant and buoyant around, <br />With laughter and gossiping <br />The house was vibrating round the clock. <br /> <br />Now, no sound echoes there <br />The door bell rings scarce, <br />In a single stroke all are swept <br />I'm now in an empty nest. <br /> <br />Relatives, my friends <br />Hardly they do come now, <br />The kitchen remains almost idle <br />Tea kettle also whistles at least! ! <br /> <br />Once I could not find <br />A silent corner to rest, <br />Now being imprisoned within these four walls, <br />They are haunting me day and night. <br /> <br />Monsoon, spring, festival and functions <br />Now, they all come and go by. <br />My beloved is no more with me <br />No such urge can drive me ahead. <br /> <br />Sitting in a corner in that big arm chair <br />My old pendulum clock's chiming I listen! <br />I can sense the winter is chasing me - <br />with it's heap of snow and chilling breeze <br />to dump them upon me. <br /> <br />Under the mid day's scorching sun <br />Walking in the wood's serpentine path. <br />A bird's tweet from a distant place <br />Making the silence more prominent! <br /> <br />================== <br />Amativa (10.8.2014) 8-00am <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY AMITAVA SUR<br /><br />Amitava Sur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-in-the-wood-2/
