Indian Village Election

Darkness returns it's grave; the sun-light prevail-
'Tis ending of count-down - - April, March, February
White ducks try hard to fly and hail
All in broken circle, to disperse worry.

The spring descends on the Earth, and numbness flees
Thousand fruits hang on- - bough upon bough.
Churning - - humming - - all bees,
Moments are although tough and rough.

Youths remember Pathsala
Guardians advice, 'Learn everything to the lees'
And they sing aback- - ''
Oh! Life returns to dead trees.


by Pijush Biswas

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