A Spring-Afternoon
I am thinking for a walk, and
I just decided to have a walk outside my home.
I am passing by my street.
I am looking at the afternoon's view.
Spring just has arrived …….
I can smell its essence.
So, I am glad to sensualize it.
But, what does it cost for a senseless?
Now, I can realize the sayings of great men
as too many beautiful songs have been sung in an orderly manner (to expose the pleasures of spring) .
I just met with my closest one,
(My spiritual preceptor)
and shared opinions to bring back again our former reverence.
I need to collect such wisdom.
It is necessary to cater to these all along.
Now, I am going back home.
Suddenly, I got the disperse of a wonderful day light and its reflection on a reddish ground and brown clay.
It looks like a heavenly day.
It takes me and my sense out from mournful contemplation.
I just got a snooty but smooth, still relaxation.
It seems the day wants to be dawn again flushing such light.
You are Marvellous!
You are glamorous-Spring-afternoon.
It's my fate to manifest you (Spring-afternoon) .......
I think, I have reached the extreme edge of my emotion.
I want to compare it with a little dreamy excursion.
It does not happen, but I have it!
I am just observing,
and I feel nothing- but..... (I can stick my eyes to see this afternoon) .
I have not enough thoughts to depict.
I shall have to create sentences, but I can't right now.
I will always be waiting to see it again.
Yes, it's unspeakable…..
It's unfaded.
It's unforgettable.
Now, I have realized a priceless and vulgar word called ‘ self-applause'.
Be great and always excuse.
So, you are great, The Spring Afternoon.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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