A 'Pagadandi' all must walk

 View from the house of Susanta-da/Ranu-boudi's house in Santiniketan,
September 19, 2015.

 

My mother said I was a fat baby
It was 4am when I was born, at home
I was called a divine light, by someone
And named so;
My mother’s mother was ailing then
And could keep me on her stomach
For a short time, as she lay
Down and asked for me to be taken away-
It feels dark and lonely, today
On the narrow vanishing lane
Walking one behind the other
Doing it alone;
As is made possible when we walk
As must all, our Pagadandi.

(By me on my 60th birthday)