BIBHAKAR DUTTA (02-04-1987 / Malda, West Bengal, India)
The Day of Delight
Today is conjunction of two seasons,
winter likely wants to enter
in the state of autumn.
I am walking in the street
and sensing the presence of winter.
Faded field, dry wind
just make the day mopish a little bit,
but there is an quiescence in air
which stirs my mind,
and the afternoon is bright.
An unknown and strange sense
I can guess,
changing of feeling and a restive emotion
want to assimilate before Its arrival.
Today is the day of delight.
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