THIS MORNING

Please leave your window open

Rainbirds will come with morning breeze

Birds will sing a journey of love

Open the door

East wind,

North wind

South wind

West wind

Come with secret steps

A solitary  wayfarer, in this deserted street

Now you ask

What is the time

Our desires are plenty

Keeping our words behind

In this  morning,  sea of silence

Our drowsy murmur

And the winds

Lifeless cadaver lies serenely...

From the book SONG OF PEBBLES of ASOKE KUMAR MITRA