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Amanita Sen: Poems



In the garden

In that distant garden,

where the deck chair

awaits me, moments

flow watchfully heavy

with the ancient wisdom

of the trees whispering

to each other that they

have known me for long,

as closely as the last breath

knows the rhythm of life.

The leaves there giggle, nod

like little girls guarding a secret,

that I am often seen sitting by

the lily-pool, sipping the evening

tea but they don’t spill this out

to anyone, not to the gardener.

The earth and you-The Pandemic times

And now the earth holds you

like the mother holding her

sick child, fallen asleep.

Your stillness is new to her.

She remembers you romping

around noisily-a child gone

awry, misled by the hungry times;

where hunger took to many forms.

Malaise blur your senses

but you distinctly hear

the busy chatter of the birds

the swishing of the trees,

and it feels the freshness of

the dawn is near, the one

in which the fever leaves.

A Wish

The visit is long due,

to the trees father planted

decades ago in lure of

a permanent address here,

long after he will cease to be.

They were deodar saplings.

“These will grow sturdy, tall”,

he said, “will remind you of me,”

with a father’s smile that lightly

tosses the idea of mortality

like the necessary herb added to

a dish, leaving for life to taste it.

Time handholds you through impermanence.

For all that is not so, to touch their peace

I am sure to visit one of these days, the trees.


*Amanita is the author of 2 volumes of poetry – ‘Candle in my dream’ and ‘What I don’t tell you’. Her poems have been published in numerous journals. She is a mental health professional living in Kolkata, India.



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