# Melancholy Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

I look at the tree beside the river
Like the dull turbid flowing water,
it has grey leaves all around which start falling
Around its trunk the defaces of the birds yellow and dry
No chirps, no sunshine, no winds pushing my hairs to fly
I only see two baby owls looking at me in dreamy eyes
I think to sing, yet only a choking sound emanates
The shadow of black clouds lenghtening
I take a book to read
Soon I am falling into sleep..
I only hear the dull murmur of the dull turbid water.

Shamik Bose 13.06.10 Calcutta