CHHINNO BANDHANER SHABDO SHUDHU NEI KONO KHANE
(Only the sound of the broken bond does not exist anywhere)
The bond of three score and two years of a loving Relationship and fifty six years of marriage Vanished as though to provide evidence of How frail the human life with its aspirations and love is.
No trace of the sound of the bond breaking Exists anywhere out there but it Resounds time and time again within me – At times as I miss her fruity laughter At other times her musical note like voice Or even the mild breathing that gently touched me Early in the mornings when I Turned towards her and regaled in the sight of The serene beauty in tranquil repose With light golden hair fringed with silver Cascading on either side of her face Waiting for me to whisper the wish of a good morning and plant a kiss For her to slowly open her eyes and shower me with the bounty Of her smile and open her arms for me to Gather the essence of beauty in my embrace – A routine that was also not a routine Since the here now experience every time Was a one off romantic episode to cherish for ever.
And then Death intervened Harshly making mockery of all our love And snatching her away to its land which is Both far and very near Leaving us to mourn and hold her image Lovingly in our mind.
She loved flowers and music. As though in response yesterday morning The Bombay Scottish School on its grounds Across the boundary wall Organised the singing of psalms And the white orchid blooms in the vase Lost their lustre as they began to mourn Her absence forever.A poem by my friend and inspiration, Gouranga Chattopadhyay in memory of his wife. I deliberated for a long time whether to share this. I felt unworthy of understanding enough to make a decision on something so glorious and desirable and at the same time intimate. In the end, what decided me is the vision of a love I saw. One moment of which would enrich lifetimes. I still don’t know if I am worthy of hosting this, but I think this is something precious that adds to our world. With love.