Milieu Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Cloud

Overcast sky -
not a pin of sunrays
touching the ground.
On the other side
up above,
mountains of cloud
silvery morning
celestial joy
in mind's realm.

Tree

Shade -
a cooling sensation
goes up the spine,
tree doesn't know.
It doesn't even care -
a rare benevolence
that a man hardly knows!
He picks an axe.

Mound

A colony of ants -
constant movement
to fetch and store,
food - a little more.
Then comes rain
and none is seen -
back in warmth
as they have been.

Milkman

Some are still fond of him.
- On bicycle,
he pours into a clean pot
and leaves.
He has been coming
since grandma's days,
No watch,
only sunrays.