Bengal

BENGAL

bengal;
even the way grass moves here
is different.
it flows
to a rhythm untouched
by the fingertips of man.

it dances
symbiotic
with the sound
of its innate
flow,

distance and time
ephemeralized
to a single beat
and then

the dance begins again.

Bengal;
sway me in,

a dry leaf;
floating in your melodious breath.

rejuvenate me
and
relinquish me not
in the absent waters
of my dying mind.

let the pittar-patter of your darkest mood
rain on me,
intoxicate me,
refresh me.

i am a son of your soil
and for you
i must calmly change places

and
take care
of all
that diseases you now.