The Storyteller


By Priyarupa Sinha (L&T MHPS)

He sat beside the bamboo tree and prepared the cotton candies.

Each time he caught my glimpse , his face had an unrestrained glee.

He made me sit on his old frail lap and narrated some delightful tales .

He had a talent unmatched by any other storyteller and  patiently narrated each minute detail.

His eyes brimmed with passion as he unfolded each story ,

and kept me mesmerized till the end of  his stirring oratory.

Then one fine day he vanished from my sight without apprising ,

Imagining a day without his story was no less than shocking.

Years later as I wonder what might have happened to him ,

I realize that he must have been reciting his stories  in the heaven.

 

 

 

 

 

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