To My Mother

To My Mother I do not know now if you sang to me in the first grace of days, but there’s a sound still at my sleeping side, that rang to me down boyhood’s cavern. You were not around and nothing of the heart was to be found. But there was something deep and dear to...

Tree

Tree for Subal Chandra Mandal Set in a struggling, straggling wilderness, and instinct with a flowering, towering wood such as to reach the heavens, and shelter Earth, a young tree stood. The boy had heeded an unlettered father and learnt; the youth was apt to...

To Tell You

To Tell Youfor Kakoli and DevadattaI would tell you of a journey, if I can,up to creation. Night and day were out,the air itself was home, I heard a speechlighter than our loud breath, deeper than darkness,softer than shade, insistent as a new sun,wiser than words. It...

Ashrama

Ashrama for Trina Purohit Roy I have come home. The children play and learn,the garden wakes each instant in the sun.It is an ashram to which I return,a house of new awareness is begun.I have come home. There is a musical phraseimplicit in the breath of evening’s...