Horror

Who cried at night?

It was long years ago
When my father had to go
Leaving the quarter after he retired
And then a house we required.

From Kolkata we move to Darjeeling
Where are among the Pines and cooling
Atmosphere we sheltered in a house
So silent that we could hear a mouse.

The days where always windy and dry
And the sun was hardly seen in the sky
And the nights where shivering, sighing sound
Of winds and howling among the deodars profound.

At night I did not come out
Nor did I hover about
Around the trees, as I was twelve years old
And was not at all bold.

The days passed smoothly
And I went to school regularly
My father also got appointed in a mall
And returned late when the night did fall.

One day it was night
The moon was not in sight.
I was waiting for my father at the gate
Because he was ins unusually late.

I shut the door and went inside.
And found the nature calm outside.
Then a strange sound I heard
Methought it must have been a bird.

I came to the backyard window
Opened it, the source to know
In the backyard, there was a room
That always remained in gloom.

To my surprise, the sound did not cease
Rather increased and did me tease.
It was not a sound but a cry
And of whose to know I didn't try.

About this I told my father
Who said:'You neednot bother.
The cry would've been of a prey
Caught by any predator hardly seen in day.'

But the next day in the evening
I got frightened hearing the bemoaning
Cry. I wanted it to ignore
But didn't and opened the back door.

Suddenly, the wind started blowing hard
And tall trees tossing in the backyard.
I banged the door behind
And sat with a clear mind.

At night as my father came
I told him and he said the same.
At midnight the cry started again
I woke and saw it was drizzling rain.

Through the window I noticed someone's loom
Proceeding slowly to the opened back-room.
A nd I spent a sleepless night
Without putting out the light.

The next morning, the door was closed found
With footsteps leading to the woods around.
I ran in and took my father who gazed
Those steps being utterly amazed.

My father told the truth revealed by the people
That once there had lived a young couple
Unhappy with his married life
Here the husband had murdered his wife.

Melody of Nature

A Cuckoo Bird

O bird! when you sing, 
We enjoy your song
Music of sweetness does ring
In the heart of nature long.

Why don't you go  and bring
Your friends here on the  bough 
And together with them sing
A soft melodious strain now.

Are you all  not flying-singers 
Who can attract any overseer
'Cause, of spring you're harbingers?
Enamoured,  the overseer does the melody bear.

The  mother does her child rear
While making him sleep in the pram
And says him your music to hear
In stead of showing a little ram.

Oft in noonday you break the serenity 
But your soothing music helps in nap
Of those who come from the city
And tired, they surrender in nature's lap.

Homeless

Homeless

With her two young ones
I saw her alone on the roof
In  a wretched and feathered out
Plight- almost drenched and shivering.
I gave some grains to them
Two unmatured hungry chicks
Began to eat but she didn’t,
Instead was looking somewhere else.
Then I understood it rained
And had a great squall previous night
Now she was looking for the safest place.
Poor mother mynah !
Had she alone, she would have
Flown up to the top of a tall tree.
The young ones had finished
The given grains and the merciful
Sun dried their wet wings.
I wanted to say the mother
To stay if she could understand.
How could I guarantee her safety at all?
The dark clouds started covering
The blue sky before thunder and storm.
The birds had to fly where they did not know
But that place must be the place where
She would foster her youngs.

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