Yearning Poem by Ajit Das

The sunlight bids adieu to foliage;
birds curve their homeward flight;
a gentle breeze rustles through trees.
A serene calmness hangs in the air.

Something gone by: a feeling
fleets across the mind, yet stifled
by layers of claims I lay on life;
my little destiny limits its bounty.

Nightfall spreads the veil of dark.
An impulse swells within me;
let me be light as a bird, fly off
or drop like an old leaf and fade out.