The Cosmos Descends Upon The Paddy Field Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

The cosmos descends upon the paddy field
Soumen Chattopadhyay

A starry river of autumn evening descends from the cosmos upon the paddy fields.The dusk's dust floats in the water deluge, with the ashes of naval rooted body adrift. My wonder is scattered, worn out and now exiled here. The withered flowers lie on the cracked earth's breast. In this scene I hear the sound of a discordant note. This image not lost— nor against the flux of life, but a store of the sweat of life drop by drop. The restless waves of the solitary island call out—
'Where are you? Where are you? '
One day, childhood plays in this frozen winter forest.
Beyond that silence this unprotected bamboo grove echoes where sorrowful water flows on mounds of memory.
Then one day, the night of Krishna Ashtami draws the cosmos on to the paddy fields.
The starry river of autumn evening flows with the prayer of a promise and hearing.
Inside, my two hands bow to myself.