Winter Afternoon Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Standing at the mid of city street,
I bethought myself as a king of my own kingdom
forgetting sorrows of daily life
That seizes my freedom.
I was lost in an another world
standing by the footpath,
you may call it a harborage of mobs,
or a busy park.

Now, I took a step towards my home,
but I enjoyed the walk perceiving
a different mood in that warm winter afternoon.
So, I say, 'You may have tried many times your luck,
sometimes you've got a lot, or sometimes you lose,
but do pass a moment that refreshes your breath,
and makes you a smart'.

I am still standing at mid of city street,
Here is a silent winter afternoon
Demanding an artist's melidious tune.
I feel it, I can feel it...