Of college days

Dated 21st March 2009

When I was in college, I had English as my main subject and I got myself dived into the vast unreachable realm of English literature. At that time, Lord Tennyson, P B Shelley, William Wordsworth, John Keats were in my vein. I was over-influenced and wrote a few verse like this one –

Touch

I myself took me ship
And kept my oar;
It's to be fear but of going,
He was there, not in the
Deepest firmament, nor in
Sea or Ocean, He was there –
With the eye of trust
I started my tour for thee.
No fret, nor any cause
Of renovation remotest;
With an eye obscure,
With a hope of invigorating
See on, I met thee in
A holy stretch where
No heaven was evinced
In front of me; I's rapturous
To have the inevitable
Acquisition that of love,
Peace and gusto of soul.
The murmuring of the sea
Seemed as my posies to thee,
Praised by all, the unwanted or
Devoted fellow.
I was stopped and unmoved.
He postured to me
By hands and myself
Delighted from psychic
And geographic clasped the
Stretched hands with
Joyous, pacific yet healing thoughts,
Manna gathered up by me; rioted in mind
Due to benedictions of thee;
Me got the virgin give
Of that Almighty.
Perishing with me to that sublimate
Journey in the deep probing
Of replenished truth.

By Krishnendu Banerjee