Poems by- Aratrik Dey

Poem of Hope

Poems (sometimes)
Come out of the hope.
My hope keeps me going
In the time of depression,
It helps me to cope.
I‘m the traveler on this earth,
Someday I will stop.
I earn my freedom by toiling,
Someday I will get birth
Under the sky in different name,
I don’t know my home;
I hope I will talk then,
I’ll turn the prospect flame.

Morning Walk

My rising obsession of yore,
In the morning walk, calls me
From southern side of the ground.
Winnowing wind raises the cloud of dust.
Yore calls from east,
Wondering my place is where in it!
Inciting fear, I walk through the mist.
Rising sun from east dries wetness of the grass.
Gorgeous sunbeam treasure trove the flowers in the field.
I go to the north. Rawness of very nature unfolded
During the joyous moment;
I smell the grass, dew drops kiss my feet.
Looking upon utopia my hearing sense airy sound,
From the tomb yore speaks in hushed voice.
I feel its presence in the ongoing.
Going to the west I see the busy town waking from its sleep
On my mind orange coloured sun
Seems like a UFO coming from another universe.
My bygone days call me to meet, my emotion stirred,
Resonated with the hope of future.
Fading the worries and uncertainties
Innocence of morning exudes pleasure.