A poem I wrote on August, 2005

A FLOCK OF BIRDS

Evening not faraway,
Long legged birds at water
Edge, in haste with wings stretched
They bend necks, in moments
Two leafed saplings have sprung
Upon river bank place.

Quickly flapping their wings
Masses of them soar high,
White currents in the sky
Can the sea up be met?
Wondering, river looks.

The word amaranth

Amaranth means a flower which never dries. My father's friend asked for the Bengali word for amaranth. My mother seached in the dictionary and the Bengali word happens to be 'parijat'.

A poem I wrote during last year's rainy season

RAIN IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

Grass rise to merge with long
Lines of rain - stalagmites
Of remote cloud dark cave.

Marigold dear to pond
Water as hyacinth,
Birds in forced rest from flight.

This is what Mrs. Sati Chatterjee,retired professor of English of Jadavpur University e-mail-ed to me-

Lahari,
I read your poems.The poems read well, and along with the pictures they evoke the ambience.
I do not wholly accept your comment that poems
appreciating the beauties of nature have gone out of
fashion; I would modify and add that beauties of
nature are now integrated into the other responses in
man's life -- obviously growing in complexity. As a
result nature poetry keeps changing its face, and its
position in our life. Yet nature remains the backdrop,
provides the scaffolding; and our emotion intertwine.
So, do write nature poems, undeterred by changes in
fashion. Fashions wear off, style remains.
.... sati dida

I poem I wrote on a visit to the Himalayan foothills in November, 2004

PEAKS AND SUN

Behind the hard solid
Triangular dark hills
The peaks of snow creamy-
Fins of sharks in the sea
Against foam crested waves.

First rays of rising sun
Soften the jutting rocks
Purple turns the rock brown,
Moving down,glowing red
On sunlit cragginess
Lava gushing,only touch
Can tell they are, but snow.

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I start with a poem I wrote when I was 15

AS A FLOWER

Cheer you day long with my bright face
My colour bold,name merigold.
My petals nice like folds of lace,
My petals -they are so many
In layers like a stair flight
For climbing down of sunrays.
In first few moments of drizzle
Raindrop trickles down my petals
Like an ideal river in course
Through unevenness and even.
I glow brightly all through the day.
Before I grow dim in the night
I spread my orange to twilight.