Parimal Kumar Das Poet Free verse

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.

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