What Kind Of Men We Are? Poem by AVIJIT MONDAL

It appears in your mind when midnight comes
When without the humdrum of day
Sit alone coldly in the night air
Dewy night will make you cold to your heart
You will be devoid of anguish and heat
Would you not be then somewhat humanist?

I blew a breeze; you got that charm
It brightened more your natural hue
Day by day I looked on your heart
It changed, softer and more softer
And I spent my time for you and
You returned me in profuse unconsciously

Poor apparently are those who seem so good hearted
Most kind they are; kind words, lenient manner
Fall on us to soothe our perplexed mind
Short is their stature as little is their aspiration
Why are they man? Even they shed tears!