Poem by RANJIT SINHA ROY


If you are the dawn,
I am the dusk.
You are in morning glory,
I am in twilight zone.
You have flowering buds,
I have falling petals.
You have dreams,
I have memories.
You have promises,
I have failures.
You wait for a bright day,
I wait for the endless dark night.
You are half the world away,
and I can never reach you.
I call you from far and far
But you cannot hear me.

You look at the blue sky,
at green grass with glistening dew drops,
and budding flowers,
and quiet flowing rivers,
and mountains with snow white peaks.
You listen to morning birds,
singing welcome songs to the rising sun,
the coming day, the happy moments.
You have no time for the dusk,
who completed the day,
and soon shall enter the dark night
vanishing in space, disappear forever.

You cannot hear me, who am miles away.
You wait for the coming bright day,
with promises for a beautiful and pleasant time.