Return Poem by Prabir Gayen

-Return -

After long yearsI come back to village,
It is more pleasing than apilgrimage.
Yonder a vastgreen field where I didplay,
When I, with all my dearfriends, spent hayday.
The brook that glides by the side of our hamlet,
Now with smiling face looks at my
Present.
The sun rays that lulled once my childhood days,
With same warmth and ardour bear my forays.
The murmur of the Arboreous place,
Welcome me again once did it embrace.
The days of infant delight before me,
ah, life of joy and absolute joy, woe!
The poor place with still sylvan purity,
The heartjoyous with nosense
Of duality.
My village, my place issweeter than a grave,
With strong heart I will rest, Carnal to waive.