Reminiscence of an age
Manas Bakshi
Left with us today
The skeleton of an age
When beauty was
An ascription of life itself
And the common man needed no trick
Just to live,
Nor did he lose faith in
The serenity of a cosmic order
When a world of perceptions appeared meandering
Much as an enigmatic route
To the present day secular feelings -
Something was there to win over
The disquietude in and around him:
Something flowing as
Mother’s love in child’s vision,
Something we long to lose
In the replay of a faded tune,
Something evocative in a voice
Echoing deathless songs for lost moments
While pondering over the mystery behind
Being versus nothing
Not being above the mortal coil
Just to know
A swirling leaf, this life
In the face of a storm
Rumbling over a roaring sea
Is all but inscribed
Against the infinite.