“Adieu Autumn 2020”
Dr. Biswajit Chattopadhyay
Even today the sun rises like a metaphor
Where night was long & merciless
Those burning fireflies,hunting owls know nothing of that..
Love is gone among the ruins,
But we,mostly us,forgetting our blissful past worship love without wisdom..
But at dawn a new normal sun rises in the eastern sky lighting up the garden of Ganguly’s without ceremony.
—০০::XX::০০–
History forgets the not too old fairytales minus fairies..
The holy men at the cathedral dressed in eternal white lightning up the candles
But the lights went out,one by one,all of them,bidding adieu..
Good bye,the autumn of 2020,the festival of light
Good bye,sunrise,Kolkata 2020!
