Together Still

Far away from our little village In the middle of green paddy field On the small mound the banyan tree was Beneath calm and sweet shadow of green leaves On the lap of this old giant tree You and I were only there for our twin loving soul Strangler figs were spreading all around of us Flock of sparrows and tailor-birds were came to play with figs Through the chirping and far loving speech of flute My head was on your lovely lap You cared my black silky hair by your soft finger You drew fingers line on my face Your lips penned best graph on my lips My nose smelled fragrance of jasmine, tuberose, gardenia from you And now In this house you and I are alone Balcony touches the green leaves of coconut tree No parrots, no nightingales, no sparrows are around of us Cacophonies of crows make us tired My bald head is on your lovely lap Now your old loving fingers care my white beard Although no hair of juvenescent The head and shrunk face still get your love Kiss comes with tears of old age As if we live as cast away dove -October 22, 2018 Chattogram //// written on the sense of my old grandparents