WHISPER AND MUMBLE.................

When the floor of the hills are carpeted with lemon yellow and light green grass,
When the night sky is mesmerized with thousands of uncountable shining stars .......

                        There goes a whisper and a mumble , 
Past the temples and past the bazaars.. 
Past the waterfalls and past the bridges they go ,
Moving the clouds and ,
With the river that flows.


Knows no one , what the whisper and the mumble want to say ,
But they surely want to diffuse the fragrance of love and cry ,
And thus , leads the way........

                                 

                              Dropping from the laps of the river and clouds ,
Entering the world of urban , it frowns....
 " Is it disguise or reality , neither there is love nor tranquility .
    There is no reason for which I shall go past here ,
for none is interested to live the fullest, oh dear !"


                   Flows the whisper and mumble as fast as it can,
Far away from the city-lights , horrified by the way man treats man.

Yet they can't help but warn, the mumbling whispers waiting up there....for their response .
They warn them once and for all , to never leave the land with twinkling stars and grassy lawns ................

                                              BUT

The whisper and mumble still pass by , through the dust and the sky,
Past the lawns and past the city-lights....
It's just waiting for you to respond , cause it's always ready to make with you a never separating darling BOND................!

                                                                                 ~KRIPA SARKAR