By Anustup Sengupta
I’m a virgin hamlet,
Tucked away in the hills;
Amongst the covers of scarlet,
Beside the brook that trills.
I’ve been through many summers,
Hot, they should be as they ring,
Wading through as many monsoons,
To the joy that they bring.
Then, I welcome the Fall,
Again from the scratch to grow tall.
When everything here goes pallor,
The Winter Sun glows warmer.
Hark thou hear! The Crimson Sunbirds sing,
Augur the advent of the Spring.
With that, returns my feeling,
‘A strange, yet familiar longing...’
By Anustup Sengupta
The rhymic poem ‘The Hamlet’s Yearning’ transpires the lively progression of a rivulet. It’s a reflection of human cycle, an advancement towards cherished goal toppling deceitful hurdles while traversing. The symphony between the stanzas, rhythmic cadence of the poetry gives the fragrance of iambic free verse of the Victorian period. On the other hand, the hamlet perhaps represents a maiden full with vivacity, longs for meeting her dearest like the brook with all her frivolity with dancing attire she runs after her fulfilment. Through his poetic excellence the poet sketched nature’s melody side by side.
Beautiful
Good one 👍