TUMPA Mitra Sarkar
Bardhaman, West Bengal
No one told you, maybe dear,
To wear the glow of dawn,
And slip away in silence,
To where the greens are drawn.
No one said, “Go take a walk,
Along the meadow way,”
Where milk-white clouds go floating by,
And happy dreams can play.
Take the smile of lotus buds,
And paint it in your eyes,
If you just listen carefully,
You’ll hear the singing skies.
This I’ve wished to tell you long,
It blooms within my core
Tiny joys can light a room,
In both our hearts once more.