My Village Home Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

My sweet village home
Stands like a tower gate
To the entrance of my village
Beside the main road
That winds like a river
Evading houses and trees
Both sides in unsteady rows.
From the balcony facing the road
In my vacant mood, cosy in the chair
I observe the people come and go.
I find peace and relief every second
And cherish the hours spent at home.
I woo the place and its structure
And feel as if my breath and my spirit
Has entered into the concrete
And the invisible chain ensnared me,
Every lifeless object seems to be alive,
Becomes lively during my stay
And responds me with eerie silence.
I feel the hugging breeze emerges
To pacify my sweaty physique.
From the bamboo grove nearby
I watch the birds busy in business,
They stay together in large numbers.
Before evening, they come back home,
They enjoy their leafy abode with noise,
I try to guess the gesture of their voice
But falter to read the meaning of that beak.