Dusk - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya The sky, Change its form. I sit alone, On a roof by norm. Just as a ritual, As they fly casual. They are the birds, That passed, bidding adieu, To the day.
The Champak Tree - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya I Look at the abundance Of the tree, Through the wide open window. The tree, tall and large, With all its branches Spread with, Green leaves, green fruits, With yellow flowers And a very hard bark. Having roots deep down the soil. Clutching and holding, the earth strongly. From the terrace, My eyes could reach The tree's crest. Dawn Alarms! The arrival of birds. Birds of different species. All birds in pair Or they are three. A pair of Kokila comes. And so many different colours Of birds can be seen. Some very little, Some large, Some Yellow, some Olive Some with multiple Shades of colours, Into a single little body. They come, have fruits. They chatter in so many tones. They again gather in dusk, To bid adieu to one another. The tree, A great shelter, To so many species. None of the birds, Have their nest here, They come and they go, Like a daily ritual. So many insects come, Butterfly and caterpillar. The t...