Spring

Spring

Silk Cotton in sky—

My heart’s small.

Spring

Palas in bloom—

My broken heart vermilion!

Spring

Barbet’s tuk-tuk—

Memory has no mate.

Spring

Golden Oriole’s glow—

Me unloading coal.

Spring

Koel’s throat’s full—

Heart lost to an alien.

Spring

Netted a lot of fish—

Crab on a fisherman’s plate.

Spring

Stars have come out—

Clad in dark love.

Where are you?

Dr. Sarojkanta Dash