The Poem

a poem by Chakrabarty S K

To the endless open sky,
I looked innocently.
In the layers of air,
Many thoughts and happiness,
Joys and sorrows floating and sailing on-
Many of those whisper,
In the close person of my ears;
I can hear your ‘Sighs’.
Multitudes of waves pushes it,
Throws it away-
Your ‘Sighs’ roll on, float on,
Swept through the streams of air,
Gets lost, behind the temple, beyond
The trees – to the eternity.