Perhaps the goddess of clouds arises – A poem from Bengal
Suhina Biswasmajumdar from Kolkata Bengal shares her poem Perhaps the goddess of clouds arises
And their barren hearts are waiting for the symphony
[author title=”Suhina Biswasmajumdar ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Contemporary-World-Literature-Suhina-Biswasmajumdar-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Suhina Biswasmajumdar is a writer from Kolkata, Bengal. A life-long devotee of Swami Vivekananda, Suhina is against any discrimination. Two significant life-forces propel her – ‘love’ and ‘writing’. Suhina’s book ‘Tumi’ (you) and Songs of Silence (A Journey to Love), are collections of her poetic thoughts.[/author]
Perhaps the goddess of clouds arises
Perhaps the goddess of clouds arises and listens to his song
Who knows?
When he’s going to sing, perhaps she’s tired
Her dreamy eyes try but can’t open
And he, the mystic plays his mysterious notes … magic of music overflows
She’s going to sleep
So deep so dense so heavy…
Her eyelids….
About to open
The narr* is silent now,
But the goddess sends cumulus
And
He floats with his troupe
And the radar shouts
And their barren hearts are waiting for the symphony
Every single droplet dances
Their laughter flash
Someone trembles under their ancestors heavily
The Neem with the dwellers of his branches are shivering
But smile
His greens welcome
The goddess of clouds again feels tired
And waiting for the humming of his lullaby
In some others hut in some other place
A sitar plays Malhar*
Who knows?
If you feel Robi Shankar*
In the dark smile of petrichor*!!!
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Narr – Flute
Malhar – Classical raga of rain
Robi Shankar – Music maestro Ravi Shankar
Petrichor – Smell coming from soil after rain
