Sonnet On Bengal (3) Poem by Santanu Banerjee

Beneath the mango trees, the village hums,
A river ripples softly 'gainst its shore,
A breeze between the bamboo lightly drums,
And whispers tales of seasons gone before.

The cattle's lowing lingers in the gentle air,
As barefoot children chase through fields of green,
Where jasmine's scent entwines without a care,
And palm leaves rustle soft in silver sheen.

The crimson sun dips slow behind the trees,
While fireflies flicker, painting dusk with light,
The cricket's chirp brings calm upon the breeze,
As stars begin to twinkle through the night.

In Bengal's village, peace and beauty meet,
A haven where the earth and sky compete.