Day For A Life Poem by Sanjib Saha

Days are moving. The earth looks with a trembling heart. Greenery is his own wealth. Light is its energy. The humid soil is the source of life. Just for the wave oflife the earth survives, it never sleep.
But alas! What a faded world! Where is the sound of life—where is the transparency of life! Where is the wave ofjoy of new colour! Where is theintensity ofsound propagated due to the falling ofdroplets of water on the soil! Whetherthe separated colours of rainbow forming through the dewdrops remain as such emerging from the sunshine!
The drops of blood percolating through grassroots of the field, put the angeremanatingfrom the surface of eyeball. So it reflects the nature dispersed. The firing smoke of gun evaporates and hit the wings of bird. These are blackdays. It might be more. It elapsed months or days or years or moments to the limitless time.
As if the earth is moving towards different way leaving its all images. Who cares it?
How far the days prolonged! Forgets all the calculation. It might be ten or twelve darkness engulfs the eyesight of Sareefa. So the immersed eyes within the shadow ofinfinite period whether touches the nature. It might be or may not be. Gradually few words, few memoirs float feebly as the microwaves on the weak eyelids of Sareefa even in the process of deep immersion.