A New Leaf, I Seek! Poem by Ujjal Mandal

Oh, if I could bring me back to life!
I want to turn a new leaf
Upon my sun burnt body.
Lark sings the unknown songs
Full of needles,
Raven croaks as if predicts an abrupt
Catastrophe ahead,
Parrot talks
Without differentiation,
Falcon chants of racking refrains,
Nightingale's tenor warble appears
In isolated voice,
Rain patters on the ground and tells
Of his long journey from
The white castle to the earth made of mud,
The sea rises in ripples on his face
Shows the premonition of
Imminent disaster,
Leaves rustle in the air speak
Of their vernal age,
An old elephant trumpets whether the tone
Of flying colors
Or the flapping of wingless wing,
He himself is not
Sure of it.
Oh, if I could bring me back to life!
I want to turn a new leaf
Upon my sun burnt body.