The Wild Journey Poem by Sanjib Saha

It’s the dusk.
The rays of colours
Make a halo zone
In the horizon,
The mountain tips are rolling,
Touches the face of
The red sun.
I am looking forward,
Looking forward from
The wide field
Through the skeletal branches,
The red sun hangs itself
On the branch,
The mountain river –
Murti made the
Sound of pain
With a singing wild tone,
The water flows,
Falls on the boulders,
The pain of the dusk
I breath,
My heart bleeds,
I want to make
A happy journey-
For the nature
From sound to soul,
In the delightful
Mountain range,
The tea garden,
For the hope of life.

I keep the hands
On the soil,
On the leaf of life.
The water-
This is the journey
Everybody prolongs.