The Walk

I have walked on these windy roads
For many a beautiful season:
The clear sunsets and silent hills
Were always a good reason.

The still mornings of mist and rain,
The mating robin’s playful call,
The colors of awakening spring,
And grandeur of autumnal fall.

Then you came, and love came along,
And now love stirs in us no more.
But the restless winds blow again,
And the hills are greener than before.

Diptesh Ghosh