Mountaintop- Sunil Ganguly

For many days, I am yearning with my pastime longing to bargain for a mountain Even though I am not knowledgeable about that marchant, for a dealer of that, then. I long , I wish I could meet A payment payable for the price, never could cease any upcoming, though hitchhike I have a river of my own. I would exchange that for the mountain Who else is there, not knowing that the mountain costs less than the river A mountain static, a river enchanting undercurrent for evermore, meandering trail Yet, I will prefer the mountain in lieu of the river I would buy As I will be the thug, trying to be an equitable mug end, a moron. Even Though the river, bought earlier was possible for a deltaic plain During my childhood days, I had a brief, accountable memory of the deltaic plane, free from any obesity Enriched with the fullest swings of Butterflies, innumerable When I reached my adolescence, the deltaic plane turned a misfit Not one size fits all as the demand shows. Rather I loved the running undercurrent of the river. Friends said, “In exchange for that small delta, this big river! A deed, indeed!” With full churns, I used to feel sheer Joy! Then! Then I loved the river, with all my truth. The river used to answer many questions of mine, Such as, “Please inform about the weather forecast of this evening, Will it rain today?” Regarding that, the river replied, “Today, here it is a hot and humid northern breeze, passing through." Only there is incessant down pouring rain over a small delta What a rain it is! Seems like a festive eve! I am no longer able to return to that delta. He knew that! Everyone knows that. No one is able to return to childhood days. Now I yearn to buy a mountain. The foothill of the mountain will be about dense forestry I will travel along the forest, and then This will all be all hard mountain trail To the top, up close The sky, hung, close, the lowly world underneath An agonizingly ruthless silence, with no one nearby. My voice will not be heard there, audible to no one. Facing the world with the happening entity, I shall speak Everyone is here for boasting, here I am a loner in my perceiving try Instead of a victory, here, I beseech in mercy. O my world! I am not sinful Have mercy on me! Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2024