Silent Saunter

As they saunter on the sunny terrace So few parks here in Kolkata to walk Almost not a friend around to embrace They are silent devoid of any talk In their body they are walking forward Do we not always move ahead in time? Inside the cage in mind they walk backward Many a wind there in many a chime Morning grows beautiful in its green glaze Evening sun with its chin cupped in its hand The two walkers inside a twilight haze An old man and a woman in the sand Light still tickles in the twittering toes Till our time lasts in our eyes calls the rose ________________________________________ April 23, 2017