The Dew Poem by Soumitra Kar

In a night it got the taste of soil
Yet it wasn't transformed to a flower
Some birth songs those are boring and traditional
And the melody wasn't transformed to a star.
While a part of me left me and thus floating
The caged bird inside me always roaring
Thirsty earth is helpless after each rough drought
The black air drops the dew without any hesitation and thought.

- -Translated from Bengali(West Bengal, India)