Sunday Poem By Soumen Roy

Sunday Poem By Soumen Roy

Palanquin Bearers

Palanquin bearers sing the gracile Swinging notes sick at heart woven in a smile Bridal alta over the aristocratic threshold A child of innocence imprints the first script on the door. Blew the conch shell at the edge of dusk and dawn The yawning sun sets blushing in crimson Peeps the moon from its misty veil Vermilion myths enwraps a sagacious sail. Enticing adorn over flowerbed grace Gift of love with a smile on face Sworn in lurch balancing the hopes and dreams Floats the trust with fear and smile on the lips. Juggling keys sways in frolic Hopping anklets trips the delight Cheerful bangles pouring exuberant glee Smile of mother sways with her lullabies. Streaks of silvery hair yet lovelorn Giggles forlorn Lost among the faces awaits the never ending wait in the lawn Bending over the stick with hoping keys left abandoned. Journey of yards in between gates Sings the palanquin bearers decades after decades Humming the sonorous with melancholic stressors Bearers of fates sings fortune, the palanquin bearers.