Beneath The Bullet Wood Tree Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

On the wayside / she was dancing so free
The sparrow legged girl / beneath the bullet wood tree
Her face was blooming / in the night’s passing light
My eyes noticed her / heart stuck at her sight!

She was the dancer / heavens blessed that I chanced
The pirouetting svelte / held me dazed and entranced
A small village girl / oozing ocean of delight
From the crowd I could see / the flower most bright!

She was all smiles / soothed smooth all the mile
Her carefree swing / her jaunty bouncy style
Ten minutes I stopped / wished it was lifetime
To sink in her grace / in her charm sublime!

Not a bit bothered / if she had an audience
She skimmed the air a fairy / dropped like rains
In her joy mattered not / if her show was a flop
If an eye discerned her / a passerby made a stop!

Such moments outlast / eons of travel’s tales
Beneath the bullet wood tree / the winds she sails
In an ecstasy unbound / sparrow legged butterfly
She would never know / loved her a stranger guy!