Memoir

Wander in the wonderland like a vagabond

Clicking the bits of the memory of the homeland

Your smile can not hide the tears of separation 

Your eyes can not forget the last harvest you had

Your memory can not cast the shadow on the ritual 

The ritual our forefathers passed over us

You used to sit in front, when priest ( haldar baaje) offered the cock.

You used to eat chicken cooked under the sirmu tree.

Those memories can not be collected  in your camera

The smile you had when you first ate the roasted corn   

The smile you had when you first see the waterfall after the whole night rain

We had no cameras to capture but the mighty brain

We still have the fresh memoirs of the homeland

If i can print the memory in the lab

There would be a thousands of albums

Full of my smiles

Full of my blissful days

Of my laughter

Of my cry 

Oh! Heaven thy always there 

Bring me my past with its purity