A CASUAL POEM IN CONVERSATION

A CASUAL POEM IN CONVERSATION

Over the phone when the hour comes,

When the bubble can bear no more,

When it verges on its burst,

When the frenzied wait can scarce delay

A moment more,

When old curiosity's shop must buy its antiques before it sells,

Then shall I reveal such precious gems as sparkle by their own light

In the deep dark night of oblivion,

In the half-forgotten lullabies of primeval times

Whence arrive even unto this day messages of yore

The pangs of the newborn moment,

The universe with all its dreams locked in a misty mood of future possibilities. 

There I dwell.

Come ye and 'catch me if you can'.

Composed by Sugata Bose 

Photo : Rani Rudabai