Page 7 - Reflectoem | Issue 04

Born in Asansol, West Bengal,
THE LIVING... India, Moulinath Goswami writes
poetry in Bengali, his mother
tongue and in English. Writing is
his escape, his meditation. He
writes prose and does
translations in Bengali and
English. He writes regularly for
the prominent magazines and
M O U L I N A T H periodicals of West Bengal. His
first collection of poems ‘Dayal’
has been published from
G O S W A M I Prativas in the International
Kolkata Book Fair, 2020

What does a graveyard do?
Cradle rotten skeletons
maybe some mistletoes too
What does a graveyard do?
Cradle dead bodies
maybe some memories too
The grave has kept them all-
Scented sentiments
of summers and of fall...

Mummified corpses of another day
Stirred from their sleep

Took flight and found their way
That memories die
the open window only knows
is a blatant lie
The window has seen it all-
How the dead came alive
and shattered the wall
How it took a fragrant while
to moisten the eyes
and bring out a smile...

What could the graveyard possibly do?
Collect the tears
and water the mistletoe...