Hallucination- 2 Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

The life is on a river-valley
And living in the house surrounded
by a small farm land;
The boat being the only means to cross.
All commodities come from the other bank;
And the year's stock of crop sometimes
goes off, overhung.

I don't know- When thy call I'd hear…
Sitting alone on the bank.
The sluggish flow after-flood is passing
With floating hyacinth and ajola

In an autumn evening, there's a hallucination-

A golden boat being pulled by a rope
Someone had crossed the quay

Leaving foot-prints on the silt deposits!



(Dated: 05-02-2018 and 04-09-2018.)