Home Calling

HOME CALLING I rose from the soil and water of Barak valley and like a white bellied heron , reached the sky above the bamboo brakes and the blue hills to live in an alien land for trivial needs. But like an ancient father, the meandering Barak beckoned me, called me to its banks. I had blindfolded myself ; I had lost the vision of my land ! I was deaf to the whistling air of Bhuban hill. How many years have gone by under the neon light ? I am not quite sure. My identity has been left to urban dust. Now that I am growing old, I hear the beckoning I can see the blue hills, fluttering bamboo leaves and the full moon cast over the flowing Barak. I can see the Sonbil , the wood- duck, the kopou phool. I want to sit by the banks and may ride a boat across Barak. If I sleep for ever in the valley, I don't mind. After all I will merge back into the soil of Barak. ©pkdas 31/03/2017 Barak is a meandering river in Assam, India. Sonbil is the largest oxbow inland lake Kopou is the state flower.