"a million dusk, when the sky spread a feast for the eyes, My inner eye trailed down the pavement To your lane , Mother where you held my fingers And asked me trace beyond the line. And discern a world which would be my anchor , whenever I would find myself in a barren aisle. your inundated self wore a meek garment You either loved silence Or Bore the blatant ,crude trumpet sound Around you in feeble acceptance. Yet you stood magnificent and killed your pain, Dying a thousand deaths emotionally. But your lips were besieged by the eveready smile. I however didn't realise you were my panacea Until the dark shadows engulfed All the spectrum of colours , when you Deserted us and left us alone. The void since then ,had remained as unacceptable gory gloom,for countless days, when the heart incessantly ached. Till the sky poured torrents And decked herself in the same grandeur of colours, Which your eyes beheld in the yesteryears. And as you said,I scanned the horizon Somewhere in the yonder,A smile surfaces. A smile thats so much as your's. Yes,I can beheld you . The colours haven't dimmed, you didn't take a permanent flight. The stars very soon will gaze And each is the living reminder of you I can feel the tender feel of your grasp . ©Sangeeta Dey Roy"