Sudhindranath Dutta Poems

The tree, a shock of red and yellow, shakes its crown;
The parrot hovers, kept from nest;
The year is overblown; the hangdog sun goes down;
And bones, though old, are yet impressed.
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This gloomy day of rain I spent in reverie.
Throwing ajar the gates of my heart,
I made an easy passage for memories.
With sightless eyes I saw
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If I never return to earth
I shall walk down this lane once more
And see the gateway in the delicate sunshine
And by its side the scarlet iris;
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