Many Bits Of Me Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Do you know the best bits of rain

Aren't the down pour

Incessantly filling, but puddles of water

In their fleeting moments

Leaving moist blades of grass

That are about to look up to the first light

Of the sun,

Asking as if - Is it now time for a moment

That is refreshingly ours?



The best bits of land is not where the promontory stands like the Rock

Announcing, like a resounding geography

In the Mediterranean

But the fields - where barren soils got tilled

Human worth rose in agony

Among the community of briars



The best bits of time

Will not be the ones where joy

Is written or love is cherished

But where long moments of silence

Never too complete, nor empty

In Life's mysteries are laden



Some best deeds

Lie low in our pages of memory

Where some earth needs a vent

The sudden air gushes like a sigh

Of forgotten hopes and living wills

The heart will stop to beat