If 'Pather Panchali' had been a pendulum, oh Bibhuti, railroads would have overpowered Surbanarekha's hum, oh Bibhuti. 'Ashani Sanket' dances at knive's invisible, whimsical scratches, In that battered fear, how can rapids and falls sing humdrum, oh Bibhuti? Did you breath last or breath life at pravasi Shantiniketan, Gouri Kunja? I saw a dreadful but a life at that bittersweet chum, oh Bibhuti! What would you do, Doodler, if the world tags poets, lunatic? Will I not run to you and to the asylum, the sane place for moments some, oh Bibhuti? I literally forgot to write. But this is something on the note, we didn't have a good experience on the rocky roads of Ghatsila, with much warning and hush hush around. Lol. And, Gouri Kunja is Bibhuti Bhusan Bandopadhyay's house at Ghatsila, on the bank of Subarnarekha. So, here it goes my try on jharkhand centering Ghatsila and Ranchi's asylum, only. 'Panther Panchali' (Tales of the roads/paths) and 'Asani Sanket' (Sign of danger) are the creations of Bibhuti Bhusan, the latter being written at Gouri Kunja. *pravasi- emigrants #euphonichymns #ehjashneindia #ehjashnejharkhand #tdd_poem #ghazal
