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 tree is a home
A soothing zone,
For so many creature.
It is the Champak Tree,
Standing with its majesty
And grandeur
At the back of my house.
Here, I immortalise
Champak Tree,
As Toru Dutt did
For her Casuarina tree.
And as Wordsworth did,
For his Daffodils.
You describe the Champak tree very beautifully, giving it even a unique form and bringing back beautiful memories of the poetry of Toru Dutt and Wordsworth.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Babi ❤️😊
DeleteWow! The write up is beautiful. Don't know why but this has such nostalgic vibes ❤️ loved it
ReplyDeleteWow! The write up is beautiful. Don't know why but this has such nostalgic vibes ❤️ loved it
ReplyDeleteThank you so much ❤️💞....A nature lover and narturer will automatically feel nostalgic 😊💞
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