Wanderlust

If I was a shepherd in the meadows green

I would lose myself to the hues

Like a chameleon I would camouflage

Like a humming bird I would sing

If was a woodcutter in the darkening woods

I would lose my track and loiter around

Encountering the wild and its varied traits

Encountering its endearing appeal

If I was a fairy, none perceived my being

I would go to that forbidden stream

In the middle of a full moon night

And sway with wild roses, in the lustre mystic

But if I am myself, then I have little to do

Gazing at the fields and weeping at my woes

Then one fine morning I spring to life

And choose to awaken the rover in me……

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta