(20 June 1952 - / Kolkata / India)

Evening Scene from my Table

Evening is here, and I am here
At my baize table with a glass,
Now sipping my unfizzy beer,
Now looking out where on the grass

Two striped and crested hoopoes glean
Delicious insects one by one.
A barbet flies into the scene
Across the smoky city sun.

My friends have left, and I can see
No one, and no one will appear.
This must be happiness, to be
Sitting alone with birds and beer.

In a brief while the sun will go,
And grand unnerving bats will fly
Westward in clumped formations, slow
And dark across a darkened sky.

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Comments (2)

Its very heart touching...
Friends have left but you can see. You can see sun and you can fly with birds. Slowly you can overcome the darkened sky. A powerful imagination is reflected in perception of evening. This poem is brilliantly penned...10