ENRIGHT'S BENCH

I chanced upon this bench
On a high ledge along

Red Brick Path in Botanic Gardens

overlooking old trees, some are fossils

among sunlight and birdsong

as in some enchanted garden

Sits the bench

Prof I can see your spirit sitting here

Pulling at your pipe

What wry thoughts occupy your mind

As you observe the scene ?

Will you write a satirical verse?

I dont know whether you liked nature

But your students sure picked a serene spot

If they chose this spot

they must have known your taste

Would you approve the choice ?

I belonged to their era

and perhaps part of yours

Not to this buzzing world of

IRs, F1s and Flyer Wheeels

Count myself lucky to find

this green oasis

Commemorative to your memory

Says the plaque which I discovered

as an oversight

This rustic wooden bench

but how rich

the space, light and lightness

all around

I hope this silly rhyme will not make you turn....

I was not one of your students

I knew you only by hearsay

So, I am not paying homage

just want to say thank you

for this pleasant seat

to rest my aching legs

to enjoy the brightness

and the breeze.