Indian Village Election
Darkness returns it's grave; the sun-light prevail-
by Pijush Biswas
'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- - 'Uhh...la..la'
Oh! Life returns to dead trees.