She came a little too early, she was in a hurry
She went to the garden
Her sweat, her smell fills up the air
A chill in the autumn breeze
I offered her a cup of black coffee
Somewhere her thoughts meander on
Sound of conch-shell vibrates in her soul
Of pain, agony, ecstasy and fear
The wind blowing from the riverside
She was silent, serene, composed
She could tell the story of life
Her face surges on depravity
She said calmly-We must accept the events
It is important to understand our relations
Soft and unafraid- she went on talking
She told me to grew up with time
Her words were floating on soft-mowed lawns
Descending smell of hyacinths, chirping of birds
Shadows playing on tall trees all around
I told her- river won’t say when it has changed path
She was whispering like a god’s angel
We should not turn back
I found her tears in setting sun
The beauty rages on the hill top.
I remember her name Sutanuka Sanyal.
