She Is An Early Bird… Dusmanta Choudhury

 

She is an early bird, singing a song
To pour into the ears for year long
Of all those,who are wise and pious
Under a blue roof,belong to caucus

Rises from dust and ends in dust
Not spoken to soul,life does thrust
Write many,read many,but no touch
Body for soul is a poor tartar hutch

All that's noble,also lie in her wings
With a single flap,divinity so brings
Burns here water,& fire becomes ice
In all human hearts there is a vice

Here is a laugh and there is a cry
But all that foot here,will be nigh
Truth of the truths,breathes she in
Crores have passed,a life does win

Golden is the law,that flows down
As changing seasons,it turns brown
All sweet lyrics,that ever so written
On this earth,hearts like to smitten

Copyright @Dusmanta Choudhury