The Kamini Tree

By Aritrika Mitra

Walking down the weary road

Stumbling, trembling

Whenever I fall

I come across the Kamini Tree.

Withered, wrinkled like a old monk

Yet its hold so strong

It provides respite to all of us.

Whispering words of wisdom,

To young and old

It possess stories worth a thousand opulence.

Facing the tumultuous lifestyle

Of the days unnumbered,

Seeking a path heading to the road of the sweetest pleasures ...

But the shadow of life that looms over us

Stealthily makes its way to capture us.

I sprint, leap to the highest mountains

Tumbling, staggering down again and again

Until I reach the Kamini Tree.

The sweetest lady resting across the withered branch,

Like the majestic swan exhibiting its grace in the water.

Her gaze filled with affection

She speaks the loveliest words

Words filled with warmth,

Like the brightest sun

Sounds of giggle and laughter resonate all around

The embrace of the dearest touches my heart.

The child absorbing the scene, filling her treasure of mind with the flowery moments ...

Showers of blooming petals falls like a blessing.

As the dry month caves in,

The vision is lost

The Kamini Tree that lay before my eyes

Glimmering like the heavenly tree

A moment of ecstasy seeps deep into me.

Takes its departure from the realm of my

Mental artistry.

I tread the weary road anew in hopes to reach my Kamini Tree again .

By Aritrika Mitra