SOMDATTA MITRA
COUNTRY : INDIA
TITLE : A HANDKERCHIEF I RECOVERED FROM MY SCHOOL.
Embroidered with leaves and an elegant rose,
It was attractive and appealing to all.
With care and concern, My mother stitched it with an excitement .
A beautiful handkerchief for me with love,
In a good temperament.
As I went to play in the school tiffin break ,
I left the handkerchief in the playground by mistake.
Some children had stepped onto it unknowingly,
It was dirty with mud,
All over while it was raining heavily.
There was a magic show in our school assembly ,
A magician played a trick holding a can being so friendly.
I was astonished to see the same old handkerchief,
With a perfume I had never smelled before.
On approaching the magician over another trick ,
I was instructed to hold the same handkerchief.
I was astounded to witness my old handkerchief,
That rose was vibrant with the same divinity.
I picked it up from the can ,
I requested to return the valuable handkerchief,
to the magician.
He was a friendly person to realise my emotion ,
I was once more gifted with a wonderful treasure.
Emotions impacted my soul with an ecstasy,
As I ran fast to my mother;
To show her that valuable asset desperately.
It seemed that the handkerchief emoted,
” Hey ! now treasure me in your almirah with a devotion ” .
©®Amb. Somdatta Mitra
