The Inner Voice: A Tribute to My Father

The Inner Voice: A Tribute to My Father: FOOTSTEPS IN MY HEART (On the 10th death anniversary of my dear father late Jibon Chandra Bhagawati, the man who moulded my thought a...

A Tribute to My Father

FOOTSTEPS IN MY HEART

(On the 10th death anniversary of my dear father late Jibon Chandra Bhagawati, the man who moulded my thought and emotion.)

                                                      Ten years have passed
                                                   When I, sitting on the ground,
                                                 Was staring at your frozen self
                                               Gatherings in the yard, consoling words and tears
                                                   All became meaningless
                                                    Time stood still before me
                                                     A defeated warrior, I felt myself
                                                     Oh! I have deep regret!
                                                   For being the one who couldn't bring
                                                     The last smile on your face
                                                      You went away freely
                                                    But I.............
                                                       That dark spotted sorrow will never fade away
                                                      We fly fast with the arrow of time
                                               But timeless memories remain alive in heart
                                              And today, standing by the shore of life
                                                 I see the blooming marigolds
                                                 They show me a different light
                                                  A tone of optimism covers my eyes
                                              Everything is not finished yet
                                                  Somewhere and somehow
                                               You are looking at me
                                                    Waiting for the last smile
                                               That I promised to bring
                                                No matter, ethereal it may be!

Whither the school education

School days are surely the golden image in our memory. We've heard even our parents and grandparents school life which they always like to share with a smile.We always become nostalgic in case of our own school life. We feel as if we'd have a magical wand in our hand through which we could have gone to those bygone nurturing days. We know it's impossible. Those colourful winged days will remain evergreen in our memory. Perhaps each one of us at some point while observing our own school going children tends to compare own school life with that of today. We wonder and often talk with others that days are fast changing. But in which way we are? Are we developing in the real sense?