The whistles of the train
The whistles of the train
In the rains
Puts on a hat of black smoke
At its sight the frogs croak
On the edges of a pond
Where shadows of a banyan tree
Gambol with the shades of a Palmyra tree
And butterflies witness the exciting game
Being on their fragrant wings
The butterflies have drunken deep
In the pollens of dahlia and sunflower
Lotus and water lily
And are dank with sensuousness
A train rushing in the rains
Under the canopy of clouds
Throwing up a cap of smoke
Can open up such phantom worlds
Saturated with smoking and croaking
Fragrant sensuousness
NOTE-
This can of words has been manufactured
On the 5th May 2011
And it will remain fresh cool for 160 days
Provided it is kept in a cold dark cellar of the brain
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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