Clouds And Tears Poem by Soumili Karmakar

The window glasses of my home were covered by mist
The dawn with fog has left
Without making any pleas.

Brooding upon a nest of collected straws
A sparrow of mine flew high in the blue sky.

The great tree still grew with knowledge and experience,
Abandoning the inevitable truth of time.

Fate claimed her leaves and accredited loneliness to her days;
Fate taught her to live and to survive,
Even at the cost of losing her youthful gaze.

The days and nights have gone by
Just like showers in the month of July,
With the rising of the sun and the shining of stars
December has wept to keep herself alive.

Nowadays this heart of mine lives for rainbows,
Because life lost its path
And found herself in unsung sacrifices blended with woes.

The tree felt grateful
That she could feel what it was, to be one's own, though at last.
The burden of being a cloud was predestined by the lord.
However, clouds are lighter than a bullet,
But stronger enough to wash away a culture without any trace of its attachments.

The autumn was an open letter to be read by the few
A thousand tears have fallen into the Ocean of truth.
Did we stop caring about her, when drizzles sprinkled magic in the air?
Or did we mistook Spring for leaving us in a loveless fair?

As a blessing to you and to me,
If life wishes to sail lone in the Indian sea,
If life wishes to bring home a river by its devotion
Little drops once you gifted to the sea,
Little of you and more of the Sea
The Lord remembers, and prepares you for your destiny.