On A Bird Who Died Poem by Pijush Biswas

When I was on the path
I saw a bird cry
Early a saddest aftermath
As the surrounding was dry.

On a wintry eve, her death
Was beyond everyone's count
'Tis the bird, only, who did taunt
After I had taken a breathe.

I saw a lovely woman come
But she, the bird was laying
With ruffled, battered wing
Just I had been at my home.

Lovely woman, lovely!
Grew pain in her
And cried loudly saying- 'O Milly!
Why you are no more dear? '



03/12/2016