Milestone Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Drowsy winter loitered on your roof top
Throughout the night hand in hand with chilling silence
The lady of your dream is waiting for another unfriendly morning
Children looking around the smoky day
Till the school bells rouse their sleepy self.
In last night thou heard many cracking sounds
Your concentrated mind started to climb
The stares inspite of many serious books around
But never dare to find why for the noises come?
She said it was the sounds of nocturnal birds
Taking refuge in the coconut tree,
Thou apprehensive body found it in strong clasp
Flying the both to unknown world and you both in body
Littered many passionate words unheard in busy hours,
The mice at middle of the alley are playing the game with
Winter clay,
And are inviting enough warmness for you in craters
The warmness thou find in underground alludes
The first night with her caressing hands.
The chill morning although not guest anew
Sitting like father and son on the roof with wintry sun
That reminds you the brisk eating of drummer father and his little son
On the wide open native lawn,
The happiness of hungry eyes radiated more lights
Much more comforting and warm than sunshine.
You know how in such hour you studied on same place sitting over a sack
The barn next to you smelling dusty corns
Underneath your lazy pet dog was sleeping with legs open.
In afternoon before lunch when the western wind
On mad rushing over the boundless cornfield
When the cracking sounds same as that of last night
Were abound of leafless thorn trees standing
Like ghosts with hands open fold on a little high mound
Which you often imagine as only hill in native land
Over which you still found eternal peace and innumerable fancies
Overseeing the vast field,
Where you flied numerous fantacies with tiny kites
And returned homeward with boundless joys.
The mustard field that had yellow growing
Behind the new grown potato saplings
Matured much before her when she was just six
Embracing dolls behind your dwelling.
The dryness of sun whiten your skin enough
Hide behind the tamarind bower after short afternoon.
Before sun down you ignored your fathers call to return
And carelessly wandered over the vast field
Listening the twitters of tiny birds around bushes
Where you frequented for wild fruits
Till the mysterious dusk broke forth on river side
Overwhelmned your tender mind with instructing hands
For quick withdrawal.