Poetry : The little Girl

 

 

The little Girl

(Today, on Wednesday, 27.05.2026, I have completed   posting  fifty blogs on this platform. This fiftieth blog is a heartfelt expression of gratitude to the little girl who inspired me to write, create, and continue this journey of expression as a blog.)

I looked into your eyes to see
But met a silent mystery,
A fleeting smile, a sudden spark,
That vanished back into the dark,
You  laugh  at every playful whim,
Perhaps to suppress the sadness  within.
Leaving a cold and empty space
Like fading echoes none can replace
Little Girl, You remain a mystery to me.
            You desired for moon
             A distant dream, a  little desire,
            But an  impossible and heavy call,
            I wish that I could fetch that light,
            And bring the cosmos to your hand,
           To guide you through your lonely night,
           And help you find a gentle land.
          Little Girl, You remain a mystery to me
Why do I find you all alone,
Within the crowded, noisy room?
With so many friends and relatives to share
They desire you with utmost care
A statue carved of silent stone,
Little 'Oasis' waiting for its bloom.
Little Girl, You remain a mystery to me    
        You remain a deep, uncharted sea,
         A puzzle that I cannot trace,
        A beautiful, sharp mystery,
        Lost in the folds of time and space.
       You went away, beyond my sight to flee,
       Still Little Girl, why dost haunteth me?

- Pankaj Mala Bhattacharya

   27.05.2026