Dooars Chronicles no. 01

For if you desert me tonight
The stars will blink like impoverished bulbs
Little by little the green of the hills
Will mourn and grey.
The tea- pickers won't work for a week
The night train won't run through this tea- garden
The rain won't twinkle on the grass,
The cricket's will observe a minute's silence,
The woodpeckers will rest,
The village lads will all be regular to school,
The world will trun without much noise,
And the sun will burn without a crackle.
The moon no longer will grumble at dawn,
And the forest refuse the smell
Of the first rains...
For if i don't hold on
The nights will not be the same in this village
Young girls discovering themselves
Will shun the mirror
The way you shun my eyes
To find yourself in them.