The Lap Poem by Tapas Baidya

In scorching summer the trees behave like human
They call by their shadow made with the sun
And the leaves
And the petals
And the wind
And the summer-cool freshness

A traveler rests a little while
On the grassy bed
Before his long journey
L e a v e f a l l ......
All on a sudden he remembers his mother’s adorned hands
In a sweet reverie he can feel her warm touch
And discovers him
On her lap
Where the whole universe rests