To Amuse Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Here he is himself to amuse
smiling silently-his heart today wants grant
To write so many solitary songs.His ill fate can't
reduce the way approach towards immortality.

Oh what a beautiful day, my window here sitting upon
A time machine that bears the duty of the day
Wisdom and faith, his two intimate friends,
Are sitting here to put his out all dismay.
Beside the track, she sits upon a stack
Suddenly his eyes got stuck
In that innocent face I can trace
Some freeness, and the leisure of the day,
no burdens are yet get her heart to palpitate.

He'll not see her face again
As the train is at its own way, my life is just going
On like the wheels of fortune's chair
Today I am here, silently musing about
The tomorrow morning, may I wake up early
Or may be I too much far from them
Once again he may come back standing here in solitude
To define the deepest meaning
of such bright frenzy day and to give an emblem.