Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 107

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

WARMTH

The deep pink flowers- their name I don’t know-

have covered the green leaves

as the red-orange evening clouds cover the blueness of vast sky.

The gorgeous butterflies kiss the flowers

as the girls smooch their boyfriends.

The dense forest of hundred plants- most of their names I don’t know-

provide shade to the land

as the umbrellas cover the heads during heat or rain

or a green carpet covers a dusty floor.

The peacocks with their multicoloured feathers wander over the fields

as the dancers rock the stage to make the spectators spellbound.

The antelopes search fresh leaves in the bushes

as the detectives search clues from the crime spot.

The squirrels play unknown games on the ground as well as in the tree trunks

as the athletes take part in several sports.

The palm civets climb high

as the mountaineers ascend the peaks.

The porcupines walk steadily and slowly

as the models wearing thorny dresses perform on the stage in a fashion show.

The colourful snakes- innocent or naughty- coil or crawl

as newborn human babies do.

All have made this JNU campus-

a little world within this vast one-

an ever beautiful ecosystem.

This also blooms inside the hearts of thousand students.