I always watched the hevelled tree
Beside the road, while I crossed silhouetted
Prakashghat measuring the grey milestones.
It was a Bakul tree as if an umbrella with its
Bottle-green chothes and hugh branches.
Every bough was just like an iron stick, strong
And fantastic with the empire of shadows.
Choir-birds sang their pastoral folks freely
Blowing their clarions and becked the grassy-
Corns under the tree ruffling their contours.
Cowboys sat on those branches dangling
Their legs and swinged on those boughs
Like monkeys to pluck yellow fruits delicious.
Last week a cyclone came like a monster
And cut the head of the tree with his sword
Of thunder and lightening through a turmoil
Today I watch a guy with the red eye who is
Whispering with his girlfriend about the
Whimsical sky leaning against the tree and
The broken bough of ephemeral tranquility……
Shyama Prasad Laha
Shyama Prasad Laha is a bilingual Indian writer. His writings are published more than sixty two journals in USA, Belgium, Greece, Vietnam, United Kingdom. He received English transcreation award from Deb Sahitya Kutir. He also received Vidyasagar Puraskar from Sahayatri Publication. In India his poems are published in esteemed journals like Desh,Kathasahitya, Suktara, Kishorebharati, Matrishakti, Udbodhan, Chirosabujer Lekha, Kolkata,etc.
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