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...