Glimpse Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

My free verse often too little,
My voice just wants to raise
While I stand still
On these muddy sand,
My childhood days just
Going to be scattered here,
Beneath this silent
Mango tree,
Oh my May days,
Today l am here,
And... very much free! !
Stillness and smiling both
To acclimate,
My May days just going to
Be fanciful and so perfect.
Come, get a glimpse
Of these sweet days
And sit by me please...