Beyond The Green Fields Poem by Anirban Dasgupta

The golden line ……speaks of their plight
The boastful sun is no more bright….
As it sinks behind the bay
Beyond the green fields …goes another day…..

Rahul, Pulu, Bubuns….running back home all sweat
Little birds fly hard….the last try to get some foods before its too late
Cattle are hurried back to stable before losing their way
Homeless Pintu plays his flute…. Beyond the green fields …goes another day…

Thus passes the evening -shy as a women under the veil
Silence raps the cold night as the dog growls near the rail.
Only the sound of the flute passes through the ears
The melancholic music soothes the tears……
Life here is not served in a tray….. Beyond the green fields …goes another day….

Black night and the full moon ….not an angel or the Queen
Still they dream …they dream of freedom and how to win
When time stands to still and stars could not shine ….
There comes the dream…..and they forget to scream….just like an old wine
Life is a game and we all must play…..beyond the green field ….goes another day….