Treasure Island

Pijush Biswas

(12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

In a snowy evening in the wood


In a snowy evening
I was wandering in a wood
When gloomy were all human being
And surrounding were in darkling mood.
Suddenly a shrill cry makes awake me
A peep through bush or tree
Of an aged owl, frail, gaunt, and small
In exhausted and beruffled plume
Makes my horse stop and anxious its soul
In an enlarging or growing gloom.
But there is no earthly cause behind the cry
In the winter, shrunken hard and dry.

My horse starts champing the grass
And I promptly jump down
And perhaps, nearby a man of grey dress
A man of face, coloured in brown.
I asked 'Have you seen a man in the wood? '
'There is no body here' he replied 'my dude',
With a shaken and trembling body.
And I tell him 'Tell him I came'
'I have kept my promise and duty'
As well as I add to it my name,
In a sobering and low voice
Before I choose my choice.

I begin to shout loudly by his name
And wander here and there among the trees
But failure touches my aim, O damn!
And I stand still over a bridge
Where the snowy wood finds its end
And where I decide to fix my mind.
Where the evening light mix into growing gloom
And evening starts bide good-bye to the day
So bad my journey, so bad the doom
It is December, not the end of May
When the benumbing cool wind is dominating
And all living creatures look motionless.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (11/25/2013 7:12:00 AM)

    A very poignant write on a frozen and cold winters day. Days
    can be so cold that even the creatures stay into hiding or
    hibernation. Nights even still can be mostly dark and haunting.
    Still a beautiful poem and enjoyed. (Report) Reply

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