The Bough is waiting for the SwallowA Poem by Balaram Sarkar
The Swallow likes the floating cloud.
Tree's branch loves Swallow's sound. The Swallow wants that cloud, white; So, to that heaven, she sets her flight. As the branch loves the Swallow, He does not hesitate to let her go. The more the Swallow flies high, Further the cloud goes to the sky. Pain is felt by the tree's branch, below 'Cause the sun is heating the Swallow. On that bough, she has left her dear nest. The bough gave her food and place of rest. Being thirsty, she searches for water. But the white cloud cannot give her Even a single drop of rain To quench her thirst in that heaven. Yet, the Swallow soares higher and higher. On earth, the bough is waiting still for her ! © 2019 Balaram Sarkar |
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