Indranil Bit - The Green Haze

The tall green haze
At the bend of the road;
The road that wove
Round the hillock court.
Some are thorny
To taste your blood;
Some are painted
In magenta glass.

Amidst the riot
Is standing someone;
A little girl
With a bonny heart.
The afternoon Sun
Still slants and crawl;
Yet her shine of charm
Veils it all.

Is she lost in the
Tall green haze?
Or dancing around
In Capricious maze!
Who despairs so much
to have an answer?
Who wants to quest
Be it all in vein!

Daughter of the soil
That's what her name;
The possessor of freedom
Not unworthy fame.
A hundred words
Still no silence breaks,
A call from heart
For all hearts' sake.

The cheering breeze,
The flying kites,
The buzzing bees,
The twinkling flies,
The throne of soil,
The queen of vines
The quirky dream,
Sweet hearts' delight!

The accounting clouds,
The heartless clash;
The dungeon dark,
The fade-oar crash;
The redrum flow,
The charred patios;
All lift a toast
On agony's triumph.


The bend of roads
Amidst tall green haze;
Welcomes you
To uncloak grace;
Daughter of the soil
The tamer of emotion;
Welcomes you
To hug her vision.

Indranil Bit

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