The dawn.
The lighted silence.
Very soon, there will be the dawn chorus-a torch to teach the day
A lesson- avoid the human.
My lot of death certificates open the door.
I strain my bleary eyes to the tiles.
A lot of birds will come there to continue the divine concert.
I will listen to it
And throw away the rotten slogan-’Every revolution brings a new path.’
At every dawn, there is every birth after death of my own.
The fragrance of the sweet breeze leads me to the enlightenment
With its soothing touches.
Partha Sarkar
Partha Sarkar, a graduate, born in 1967, writes poems to protest against human’s oddities and its cruelties to nature.