Dusk In Keora Forest Poem by Binoy Barman

Walking in Keora forest, she and me
Where's she?
She was here, a while ago
Now she's nowhere.
Spiky roots of trees get startled at the sound of foot
Poking noses sense about
Killers come with saws in hand?
White stork meditates
Crawl of crabs in bubbly mires
Or wale of fishes in canal water
Nothing evades vigilant eyes
Who's got this forest?
I look for Robert Frost in wood and grass
No frost, no fog, the horse vanished as well
Then, has he not come here, ever!
Ebb tide surges in
Current of love, prowess and perspiration
Fishing nets conspire to arrest floating dreams
To destroy the family of moon
Youthful, playful muddy water
Smell of sunset flows in air
Gloomy wood beckons children home
Come here! Come here! In the shelter of leaves
Profuse silence yawns and
Sleep creeps in the blanket of soft twilight
We are walking hand in hand
Goddess of mystery, a resident of remote island
Light and shadow of dusk play in her eyes
Pointing finger at the horizon, she whispers:
How nicely the night falls, as nice as death
Let's mingle with darkness.