There was bonhomie…
Was there?

There was sympathy…
Was there?

There was love…
Was there?

Bonhomie, sympathy, love
Finer humane qualities

Crushed by time’s marauding
Chariot that left a trail
Of dust as it passed…

The dust has submerged
The soul. The vision
Lost. I look for


The empty road stares
At me as the wind plays
With fallen dry leaves!

Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, poet, author and translator. He has three published books to his credit. Air and Age (co-author; published from Kolkata), Soul Searching and Other Poems (first solo book of poems, published from Toronto) and Bougainvillea And Other Stories, a book of short stories in English, translated from the Bengali original. His poems have been published in Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, Literature Studio Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, Leaves of Ink, Weasel Press,, Harbinger Asylum, Spillwords, The Piker Press, Visual Verse, Hans India and Setu Magazine, among others. He is married and lives in Kolkata, West Bengal, India. Read other articles by Pranab.