A Vernal Evening At The City Park Poem by Sagnik Chakraborty

The leaves of trees waved to the wind,
I reclined on a grassy bed,
I tried to purge my tired mind
Of tedious phrases heard and said.
Dusk fell fast, the shadows grew,
Somewhere sang a sweet cuckoo.

My soul was seeking something green
At the end of concrete grey,
The living cushion beneath was keen
To rid me of my urban day.
Dusk fell fast, the shadows grew
To the song of the sweet cuckoo.

Like a stranger, a perfumed breeze,
Brought me a sudden gust of glee,
Putting my troubled heart at ease,
As I felt something I didn't see.
Dusk fell fast, the shadows grew,
My heart she lulled, the sweet cuckoo.

The trees of green grew dark at last,
With darkness now engulfing me,
And though my senses melted fast
I smelt the green I could not see.
Dusk had fallen, the shadows too,
But still she sang - the sweet cuckoo.