The ides of March comes to a climactic finish. The battle drums silent, the trumpet blares no more. The soldier is relaxed, the booming guns cease. A blissful quiet descends after a hellish uproar. Homeward turns the tired steps, yonder in search of a shady nook. Wafts back to her sheared mind a whiff of freshening breeze. Like the balmy touch of a motherβs long lingering moist took. Brightens her drooping gaze, blessed she is with her release. With lamps lit at the door-step, she is awaited. For a bug and cares of joyous welcome warm. To one, a piece of our heart long confined & gated. Southerly wind hums a tune, our darling is back home.
Itβs poetry by late Mr S M Ghosh, my late father An educationist, history teacher and retired principal of Central School organization (KVS), in India. He authored history textbooks and also was a passionate writer. Lately, I discovered the manuscripts of poetries from his study room and I thought the best tribute to the departed soul would be present his thoughts and messages to the poetry site for the readers, poetry lovers and enthusiast.