See, the amazing moments are going
by BIBHAKAR DUTTA
Slowly, delightfully and with some friendly verses,
And with some silent words gleaming
By the glint of quiet winter days,
Maybe it's tilted a little by the mob of my city street.
Yet..., I can feel yet, can feel the entrancing
Essence of a silent remote countryside of a winter day
While I am standing still
Right here just being an observer,
An observer of these bleary lives;
I want to spend times with my poetic pen
Leaving such a distractful day.
You know, why I don't want to lose that anymore?
To hold my poetic days deeply
As I have told you before
That I can't repress my silent voice.
Flavours of the huge grassy field there
Waiting for to give me a favour so that I could spread
Widely my leaves to exsult my beloved's face.