Upturn Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA
Upturn
Upturn of my thoughts
Now turns into a verse,
I often think of my country's
Silent lake, the greenish
Grassy layers of
Playgrounds,
My little obedient canoe,
And silent garden bench,
All are embedded into
This white poetic page.
The clammy winter wind
Touches this heart
Which reminds my beloved's eyes,
Either in afternoon or at night
These Winter days
are blithesome...
just blithesome and bright!
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