The First Night After Marriage
It was the extreme dark as no-moon night
by Asit Kumar Sanyal
Continuously drizzling from long hours
Load shading was active on its routine job
The jackals were howling in bamboo clusters.
Her soft voice was whispering in my ear
Her long black hair covered me to sway
I was melting like an iceberg in South Pole
Suddenly the rain started … I drifted away.
I discovered myself in the indistinct dawn
When the people were moving for natural call
The rain had loosened its grip but she did not
It was my ancestral house in west Bengal.