New Breeze Poem by Prithwish Biswas

In between many dead I lie on the ground, hear the winds blew by.

With the broken music, I am saying that there is something new in the air just hear it in aamlokhi bon, new breeze comes.

In too much happiness Ram forgets to see the rain and the coming of thenew leaves on the branches here comes the new breeze.

In between Sanai and Lata joins the hands of love in the field of corn like the Cupid and Psyche, new breeze comes.

Even the sick old grandfather opened his bold openly voice singing 'new breeze' on his home's verandah.

In the talking women are saying here new breeze comes.

In my home my daughter and my son are playing around and little young man tries to walk towards my young smilling wife. In the try he falls laughingly.

In such a beautiful life we see the new breeze once.