It was difficult to place your home
Green foliage hung around the majestic gates
Loudly protesting as I pushed it open
A child in rags looked curiously
Rivers of a dry season shuddered on a path
That had once grown and bloomed pride
You would still find me here you had said
As we never let go off the stones
They only live breathing pain
The rain cradles this place sometimes
Union is always leaving
Loving stays knotted in creepers
And reminiscences is the mad man
Afraid foreverOnly the moss had cleverly hidden the breath
In our eyes.

Amitabh Mitra