He Cries Like A Baby Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

How him I envy

at age of ninety
he cries like a baby!

It needs not much of a provocation
without a cloud his tears flow
wind's rustle a known birdsong
half moon's glow
bell's ding-dong
never ever his overgrown years
made the choice of stopping the tears!

I wanna know in what treasured gain
falls easy eye's undrying rain
leaves' wintry fall time rusted tale
chiming clock rosebud's smell
never held back tears
his ninety years!

In tears never miserly