On The Uttarayan Day Poem by Dr.Ratan Bhattacharjee

Like the Hemanta* leaves my sorrows are shed
On the Sankranti day people wake up
Early, and never lying on bed
My world is full of jasmine and dahlia
So beautiful, all of them, I really wonder
How I came inspired to love flower
It is all due to my Oleander
.
Earlier I never felt the agony of rain
the violin tears of the wind
When the night train whistles last
I used to sip the cup of pain.
Oleander came to my life and I
Walked past all sorrow
No yesterday remains to crack me now
with pain, I dream of a luminous tomorrow.
Emptiness is a devil, it can devour you
Life becomes a sad winter night
Oleander brings on Sankranti tidings new
She brings for me silken light
She gifts me a cluster of ripe grapes
from the green islands girdled
by silence divine
I felt fertile as if I drank profusely
Uncorked bottles of French wine..
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