Bird, Settle In The Tree And Settle Down Me Poem by Shukdeb Mazumder

Are you as busy as a bee?
You have no time to see
what I am doing
around you being
a flower garden-
which is a burden
unbearable to me-
only today I am telling thee.

Probably you are
as blind as a bat, but a rare
love-brat I am as though
almost always through
a lump of longing glance
to you to tell- take a chance
on getting a star apple
grown by me with ample
warmth and passion;
please only for fashion
don't fly off or fly away-
fly down the sky and stay
to settle in the tree
bearing the fruit with glee.

26-07-2024