Ode To Bengal Poem by Santanu Banerjee

Ode to Bengal
Santanu Banerjee

O Bengal, land of timeless tales,
Where the Ganges whispers, and the monsoon hails,
Your rivers run like veins through history's heart,
Carving the contours where culture imparts.

Majestic mangroves in Sundarbans sway,
Guardians of secrets where the tigers play,
Their rustling leaves sing a lullaby low,
As the tides of tradition ebb and flow.

The lilting laugh of the flute in the night,
Echoes through valleys, a sweet, soft delight,
Each note a memory, a dance of the past,
In your vibrant embrace, legacies cast.

O'er terracotta temples, your stories reside,
Whispering wisdom in every stone's stride,
Each carving a saga, each pillar a song,
Resonating echoes of where we belong.

In the fields of the farmer, with rhythm so pure,
The thud of the plow speaks of labor's allure,
Golden harvests sway in the balmy breeze,
A canvas of colours, a symphony of ease.

The spice-laden air, with its fragrant caress,
Fills the heart with warmth, an eternal bless,
From the sizzle of mustard, to the simmer of stew,
Bengal's rich kitchens, where love brews anew.

O poet's paradise, with ink-stained skies,
Where Tagore's verses take elegant flights,
Your beauty unfolds like a lotus in bloom,
Each petal a promise, dispelling the gloom.

Your festivals burst forth in a riot of sound,
Dhunuchi's dance, where joy knows no bound,
The drumbeats resound, a heartbeat divine,
Binding us all in a rhythm so fine.

O Bengal, your heritage, a tapestry grand,
Woven with passion by nature's own hand,
In every sunset, your glory we see,
A land of resilience, forever wild and free.