How I missed the beauty of a place such
With which, in daylight fierce, I’d make acquaintances many!
I walked beside this very place morning and night
And yet the sense of beauty defied
The presence of Oh! Such a lovely sight.
Tragic, such a case, is mine, you see!
When life was going sky high,
I missed the quivering of the lone leaf at fall,
I missed the humming of a bloom in summer bright,
O Blind I lay to the crowd, unbraced by their beauty,
As summer and then winter passed unawares.
Yes, and then tragedy struck and here am I!
-17\12\98,Calcutta-63