By Aritrika Mitra
Walking down the weary road
Stumbling, trembling
Whenever I fall
I come across the Kamini Tree.
Withered, wrinkled like a old monk
Yet its hold so strong
It provides respite to all of us.
Whispering words of wisdom,
To young and old
It possess stories worth a thousand opulence.
Facing the tumultuous lifestyle
Of the days unnumbered,
Seeking a path heading to the road of the sweetest pleasures ...
But the shadow of life that looms over us
Stealthily makes its way to capture us.
I sprint, leap to the highest mountains
Tumbling, staggering down again and again
Until I reach the Kamini Tree.
The sweetest lady resting across the withered branch,
Like the majestic swan exhibiting its grace in the water.
Her gaze filled with affection
She speaks the loveliest words
Words filled with warmth,
Like the brightest sun
Sounds of giggle and laughter resonate all around
The embrace of the dearest touches my heart.
The child absorbing the scene, filling her treasure of mind with the flowery moments ...
Showers of blooming petals falls like a blessing.
As the dry month caves in,
The vision is lost
The Kamini Tree that lay before my eyes
Glimmering like the heavenly tree
A moment of ecstasy seeps deep into me.
Takes its departure from the realm of my
Mental artistry.
I tread the weary road anew in hopes to reach my Kamini Tree again .
By Aritrika Mitra
Touched the heart ❤️
Beautifully written