Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 219
Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
An Evening Of Spring
On an evening of spring
I am sitting on a tree branch
looking at the yellow fading sun.
I am not a cuckoo, a crow indeed...
The morning sun has turned away
his red and blue face from me,
dew of passion never falls on the green glass blade.
I sit on the branch all night
but night never ends!
I think about the other part of the world-
there will be morning or day
but here night never ends...