While Passing Over The Farakka Bridge Poem by Pijush Biswas

'Tis wonder while passing over the FARAKKA BRIDGE
We lay gazing outside through windows of train
Bursting into laughter upon the sun, risen in horizonal edge;
As if, all sorrows, old and past, undeployed to attain
A hygienic touch, and gaunt by hyperbolical years.
Yonder, Bangladesh, seen with mesmerizing scene
Capturing eyes with melted dews, fairly appears-
And dealing with waters Ganga wants the country wean;
The winds, winding upon the patch touch the ears
The rays, often being thralls of motion be shifted too
Among couches; Towards the river throwing fears,
All birds, crows, linnets, sparrows- cheerfully woo.
One day follows, and they crave for a sheer joy
Fishermen, our country's one majority, have good swing
Then, we look forward, - as a clear and fresh boy
Wandering among gallopers, we may be winged being
Dreaming far, about the DELLs which exist between
Two sub-cast river sides.Cropped by wind the local trees
Consider nuisance; although if we could have been
There, must see the vale entire, instead hard wheeze.






[Published in his self-published book 'Some Suitable Words', in January,2018]





05/05/2016
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