An Autumn Morn' in Kolkata

By Rohit Nāg

A moment adorned with prayers,

The rising sun catches its first light.

Soft shadows stretch across the earth,

And the fragrance of incense curls into the wind. 

I chase the morning flute's mellifluous tune.

It dances on the breeze

Calling to the spirit, gentle yet firm,

Brimming the heart with an ancient reverence.

The conch shell's sacred reverberation 

Echoes through the quiet lanes,

Reminding us of timeless rhythms-

Of ancestors, of rituals,

Of devotion wrapped in tradition's embrace.

And the bird's cheerful chatter,

A melody of hope,

Mingling with festive ululations,

As sunlight spills on the river,

Reflection of all that is pure,

A resplendent autumn morn'.

By Rohit Nāg