The Fields I Strolled Upon... Poem by Baidurya Mukherjee

Everyday I strolled through the fields
When My day was done
I went there to have solitude,
After the day's joy, sorrow and fun...

The fields I went to
Was A really great place,
All around, there were trees!
And sweet Breeze blowing against the face.

By The time I reached the spot,
The sun would already set,
And darkness would slowly invade
By every minute late!

I wished I could go there by the morn,
'cause I often wished to see
How the Green lushes of fields,
In morn, would look to me!

But I doubt about that chance yet,
As nobody wants me to go to school late,
So I always have to go there In the evening,
When the blazing sun would set.