Spring Morning-2 Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty

It has some similarity to my poem, Dryads: DRYADS The intractible keep of the wakening storm the intractible peace of the silence above The weeping leaves writhe closer and closer As the travelers stand under shadows The lamp placates the darkness drawing more curious eyes and the damp leaks through the willows and the damp sweetens the ground Through the alleys of impossible distractions through the damp sweetening curious eyes in the lamp of softening wonder tears pour from my eyes In the city bleary with lights Under a clouded sun the people garnish the shadows The sun speaks on the rain Knowing the unshakeable loss knowing the bank of perennials loneliness leans on my name. - 3/17/2006 (c) 2006 Nathan Coppedge