Here Comes The Question Poem by Asis Biswas

Here comes the question
/what is knowledge, what is its fine edge
/what is the need for all these
/can you tell me please
/you start it and leave it for sometime
/you again watch it, which comes in line to shine
/moving creature attack attention
/is the obvious thing to mention.
One good getting flattened
/very soon gets excited, very fast something to send
/wind flows only one corner of asthatha tree
/new grown leaves you can see fly free.

Old man who came few minutes back
/going back in his old track
/old man who was his friend
/sleep in side bench
/lone man does not know
/how to show
/colorless color all around
/how to say, where to hound
/something knew, something interesting
/through which inside bell rings.

There is really nothing to do
/that's why all these tantrick foo
/that; s why a deserted look i suddenly get
/moments now have a bright sunshine
/only under tree, it's a shade