The Orchard
The orchard seems to be frozen in time Unripe fruits still have the sour taste Many seasons have visited this place None had inspired the orchard to yield Sweet fruits, as promised by the seeds Green hues transforming to pale yellow Roots are uninspired to grow any further Tufts of fallen grace lay scattered Abandoned houses of dwellers remind of the dreams Each, in a … Continue reading The Orchard
Amitav Chowdhury 