The Hamlet's Yearning

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