Few Rhymes Poem by shuvo chakraborty

1King will come, king will go
Overjoying that our souls
Celebrating new hopes
Fades in times pressing folds.

2 Last night I meet a shadow strange
That told me you are worn, you are old,
And I retired to sleepy fold
Where spirits dead horse rode.


3 Encompassing beauty stands here
Ignoring suns breathing fire,
So my baked spirit never feels tired
Fine with natures attire,
Tuned with cuckoos song in such leisurely hour.

4 The sad punishing May here to stay
Belieing our great expectation of rain
We have grown too much old under its fire
And pensive joy languishes in summers dome.