Sunday Poem By Basudev Paul

Tree

A rain lashed land lends enchantment!

Inchoate it seems to have been mere trees.

Behind its dark, deep foliage gives off the conceit

The thought unravished yet in the crowd!

Mere sighting gives one the threadbare acquaintance

On its lingering stay one gets the acquaiscence deeper.

That gradually wets the saliva of satisfaction

The patches of earth becomes downy in water.

Bare foot treading experiences the proximity in Nature!

It cuddles calm to ooze out the juice of tenderness!

The stasis water gets heated with the sun sears at noon!

The drooping dusk softens to homeward retreat.

A rumination in a brooding loneliness could tone up!

A freshness one feels in a perfumed bathing!