AMANITA SEN

AMANITA SEN

SPELLING LOVE

This nursling of a bird,

I was feeding, caring for,

while spelling in my mind

the word ‘love’.

There was all the time

in the world to utter

the four characters.

I stroke its feathers,

looked into its eyes,

cradled myself in them,

professed care, carefree!

The sultry evening

I finished spelling ‘love’

it had grown wings,

sturdy ones, it was its

wean-out time from me.

SAVING THE HEAT THIS  WINTER

By all means a warm winter,

but I am not letting go

of the shawl,

clutching it close, for its

warmth I chose to haul.

The heat that is extra,

dished out from the wool,

I save it in little,

for it can be my tool

to win on the cruelly

colder days,

and the heat-bank says,

I can withdraw then, the

amount of my choice.

I will do it for sure

before winter deploys

means to beat me,

I will combat the cold

meted out to the old,

as much bold-facedly!

All by withdrawing then

the heat now I save within.

THE SANDCASTLE

The sand-castles of my poems

get washed away by the time-tide,

and I cannot retain the odour

or the feel of sands in my hands,

the rooms where we roamed in

inside the castle, our sunrise window,

the sunset balcony,

the pebbled path to the sea

dimly flash as memory.

It got rebuilt again somewhat

while working on the poem files;

there came the aroma of the shared coffee,

the sound of our shared rhymes.

Words sprucing up the sandcastle

defying the erosion of time.

AMANITA SEN

AMANITA SEN: Published by Writers Workshop, Amanita Sen's first book of poems, was “The Candle in My Dream”, . Since then her English poems have been carried in a number of anthologies and magazines. Her Bengali poems have been published in various magazines too.