THE SHOWER

Life has come full circle.

He can see the starting line again.

Memories from the distant past,

All come down in a torrential rain.

His past, so distant, here today,

Those smiles, the joy, the angst, the pain,

Flitting seconds and endless hours,

All come down in a torrential rain.

Walking along a lonely road,

Cycling past the fields of grain

Those fading pictures from growing years,

All come down in a torrential rain.

The amber rays of memories past,

Crosses his mind like a speeding train

His aged eyes well up with tears and

All come down in a torrential rain.

© Sugato Mitra

DURGAPUR                                                                       

09.51 PM, 23^rd September, 2013