Invitation

a poem by

Parthap Ratim Banerjee

Why I really don’t know
From morning mist to evening snow
Wait for me, wait for my call
To visit me any day anytime any where

Since then I have shifted my home
From mountain top to barren sea shore
Sand is everywhere from
Nearby road to my solitary bedroom

I need not to call them to have feast with me
Even though they all know I’ll wait for them