When the search ends,
dreams are touched no more,
the empty anxious street
resounds no homecoming feet,
at the soft bends and known turns...

When the moist words of longing
drizzle down the dusty window pane, 
with a sudden afternoon rain
leaving behind, a rough scribbling
like that of an unfinished poem...

Drowsy senses sail away through
the delta of wrinkled nerves;
the sea of undisturbed solace waves
in rhythm with monitored beeps,
writhing heaves finally rest in peace.

Yellow leaves carry the scent of time;
broken promises ,forgotten deadline,
like torn strips of medicines, shine. 
Flipped pages of magazines flutter 
in crisp air of emergency unit of care. 

© Kakoli Ghosh, 2021

Published in the 2nd World Literature Festival , 2021 , an initiative by Team Bangiya Sahitya Darpan. https://www.darpanpatrika.com/2021/10/darpan-kakoli-ghosh-moon-drops-india.html