The golden line ……speaks of their plight <br />The boastful sun is no more bright…. <br />As it sinks behind the bay <br />Beyond the green fields …goes another day….. <br /> <br />Rahul, Pulu, Bubuns….running back home all sweat <br /> Little birds fly hard….the last try to get some foods before its too late <br />Cattle are hurried back to stable before losing their way <br />Homeless Pintu plays his flute…. Beyond the green fields …goes another day… <br /> <br />Thus passes the evening -shy as a women under the veil <br />Silence raps the cold night as the dog growls near the rail. <br />Only the sound of the flute passes through the ears <br />The melancholic music soothes the tears…… <br />Life here is not served in a tray….. Beyond the green fields …goes another day…. <br /> <br />Black night and the full moon ….not an angel or the Queen <br />Still they dream …they dream of freedom and how to win <br />When time stands to still and stars could not shine …. <br />There comes the dream…..and they forget to scream….just like an old wine <br />Life is a game and we all must play…..beyond the green field ….goes another day….<br /><br />Anirban Dasgupta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-the-green-fields/
