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Timeless Tranquil Stories in the Mountains

I’m walking endless miles
In moonlit forests
The quiet splendor of sunrises
Sitting under ancient trees
Wondering at distant galaxies
Seeking stories they want to tell
Raindrops on ferns and their trickling
Down the wavy edges
Long walks along hilly roads
Playing with mist and fog
And when the game is done
The welcoming brew
Of two leaves and a bud

Books aplenty, their enchanting fragrance
Wafting through the pale sunshine
And down far, far below
The rhythm of the hilly stream
Winding and sparkling to narrate
Magical tales of wise hill folk
Till the day wanes to golden sunsets
With promises of more tomorrows
My stories…
And their timeless characters
So elusive…so eternal

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Dr. Supatra Sen
Dr. Supatra Sen, Associate Professor, Asutosh College Kolkata is a veteran academician, teaching and researching in the fields of Botany and Environment. Besides international books, papers, and reviews, she has edited several UGC-funded ISBN volumes and is the founder and chief editor of an ISSN peer-reviewed multi-disciplinary academic journal, Harvest, since 2016. Her tryst with poetry began, in 2020, during the global pandemic and, in October 2021, her poetry anthology, My Autumn Sonata, was published.

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