Banalata Sen

Banalata sen For a thousand years, I am a traveler on this earth, a nomadic soul From the Singhal sea to the darker shades that knew the Malay sea, once and for all I had seen many a place, the gray shadows of the Bimbisa of Ashoka I was there, amongst many,many more distance afar, as a mere traveler I am a tired soul, with a mayhem that this world is surrounded within an orbit I was spared a tranquil shade of a tree, one Banalata sen of Natore had for me, a nostalgic heartbeat. Her hair was a tempest for a wanderlust , a long lost saga to retrace the wayback A carved face to revere, carved stone in unknown, a distant remote island in midst of the voyage of the sea The sailor that lost all, a shipwrecked stanza, a clueless one Her eyes has a hazel green,in dense grasses, the island of a neverland The way it made sense in all, “Where art thou, for so long, thus far?” Her impeccable eyes, had a gaze through the fathomless high, Natore , Banalata Sen. After the darker shades with the diminishing grace , a twilight zone, for a nightfall, in silent drops of dews The daybreak hours, approaches there, the wings had a faded glory of a zealous kite The colors are lost one by one, and then the rainbow reigns on pages of the manuscript A story thrives through flickering firefly, a long thread in colors and grace The rivers and migratory birds, returns to thee, for a yearning as it calls in me The silence ,in remains, resting there within, to find her again, Banalata sen. (September 7, 2023)