I often wonder

How time changes…

Actually it flies

On wings unknown

And slips like sand grains

From the fist… 

Where were we then when it was flying, slipping…

And change is the only thing real 

How it must have been for my grandfather 

When he was 14

And listening to Gandhi and Bose on radio 

And how it must have been at 22

And witness the nation being born

And in the process, he losing so much…

Yet holding on to 

Hope

Intent

Fulfilment 

For the Nation was born 

And handing over to us

Independence

Freedom

Responsibility

A spirit to uphold 

And this Nation travels in time

Travels in ideology 

Travels… 

Time flies on the wings of the unknown

And sand grain slips from the fist.. 

We the people

We the Nation 

Juxta positioned

At the crossroad of time…

Dedicated to my Grandfather MK Sourish Chandra Roy