A Poem by Kakali Biswas

Don't shake the trees in my garden

They do not shower flowers

anymore

Only the rustle of dead branches

Match the pain in my heart so

sore

Spring is a mirage receding

That doesn't touch my lonely

bower

So don't show me rainbows and green fields

My arbor won't bear

another flower

I will watch other gardens full blooming

And think of

the times that have been

Will fasten the bolt on the wicket

Will hide, 

so that I am not seen

And you, dear stranger, remember

This road to me

brings you no bliss

Turn your back on me forever

From here I will send

you a kiss.