In Glee Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I feel glad to hear-a poet was trespassing
Through someone else's woods
And he was worried a little bit,
But excited too...
And the winter evening was so much charming.

Now, I wish to have a mystic journey at this midnight
Of parky winter with a poetic mood,
And holding my pen to embellish
With some views of the beautiful night
In my poetic leaves.

First I look at a Camillia tree,
Something really amazing there,
Like a herald of the season is welcoming us cordially
At the midnight of winter.

You can easily be frenzied by the rosy paint,
And amour can easily faint your arid heart
With the girdles of glee;
My first few lines now, I think,
Will get some ease.

Now my legs proceed a bit,
I see a misty frozen lake,
It seems loneliness often a pay visit
Or the lake could be its temporal shelter;

The reminiscence of my early days entangled
With my everyday life, I just perceived.
My pen is very silent at this moment,
Some lines feel the haziness as for an unknown desire.

I am wandering this time
Around the winter's paddy fields
The golden grass are glittering in glee
And my leaves wants to dance now incessantly.

" Miles to go", " Miles to go"
Said he,
Now I have to walk a long way
To look for something very colorful, very glistering
All the night and all the day.