The Forest Poem by Santanu Banerjee

The Forest

The sweet creation of the God
The calm forest tends to its daily job;
The purple sun is breaking dawn
The butterfly smiles with fawn.

Within the Forest all is calm
The peepul, old banyan and the palm;
While the Canaries sing their mating songs
Tigress feeds her cubs under the woods.

Waking from a sweet night’s sleep
The Dove from its nest peep;
The red cherry blooms vine to vine
While the berries wait for the perfect time.

The wind whistles within the trees
The swans at lake move with breeze;
As the monkeys jumps by the branches
The bee by the wild flowers dances.

As the day ages on:
Cricket sings the parting Song;
Stealthily comes the grey dusk
Covers the wood with her silver musk;


The blue’s eye becomes weak and weak
The river water' springs to slow and sleek;
The sleepy sun has bent to west
Now, within the Calm forest all is set.

05-06-10
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