Minati

Minati

Minati lived next door,

a tender fifteen

innocent sapling.

Minati was my sisters friend.

They used to have

some conspirator's look

in their eyes .

I never knew the hidden perfume

in her heart.

I looked at her furtively,

she knew that

as the humming bird

knew the interior of a pond,

she covered her breast

with an indulgent smile

and a rebuke in her eyes.

My sister asked me to recite

a poem

and there was a silent gentle

look of expectation in Minati's eyes.

We sat on a straw mat on the floor.

I started to read

" Bela je porey elo jolkey chol "

The famous Rabindranath's " Bodhu"

Minati was looking

but not looking,

her eyes were wet

her hair sang silent prayers,

Oh that girl ! unhappy in love.

Her face lowered,

her hands indecisive,

her head gently rested on my sister's lap

The poem came to the end ,

dusk encroached

The girls left....

I heard then the sound of

hesitant footstep,

I saw the shadow in my room,

It was Minati alone

the silent , frightened white figure

advanced

a glow in my chest.

The fragrance of her lips,

language of closed eyes

the tremors in her thighs

stilled the darkness

just for a musical while.

Minati left the room,

leaving me a song

i will never speak,

In the distance

Fireflies blinked.

@ amiyo 6.1.12