Grace Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I can feel,
Can smell the essence
Of a sweet winter flower
You can't, my dear?
I am now sitting on a grassy field
To spend an hour.
Today sky is clear, winds are fresh,
Soon night will spread its wings,
Will hold us in her breast,
So kind to us,
To protect her children's black hairs.
What a grace! , what a grace!
My dear...
But what will be the next?
What will be our fate,
In such an autocratic state?