To Trace The Blind Lane | Dr Partha P Banerjee

Left wife my life, left daughter my laughter

Left evening magic tea, left orbital serenity

Left space transit heaven, left rain early pain

Left even all my friends on a solitary terrain


Left everything for a home at the end of a blind lane


This time alone on my shady way from 'Mumbai to Milan'

Thirsty farmers, friendless hills, numb factory shades,

'dressed orchards, smooth spiral roads

'lonely bridges, frozen village huts,

'forlorn pump house, small retiring mountains


Left all to map the home at the end of a blind lane


But I don't know when, where and how

Blue sky accepts the friendship of mine

Gets stars, gets food and gets friends to dine


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