Reverie

My first poem written while I was in 12 th . I got its name christened two years later by my most beloved and reverent teacher, Professor Manushi Chakraborty who was the HOD of English Department at Moti Jheel College, Kolkata.  Presenting it, in its raw form with no corrections in style and content... Oh! the trumpet is blown Is it for the approaching storm? With its dark clouds like that Of the uniformed soldiers Marching towards the field With a thundering sound   Oh! is it the wind Blowing the whistles through The trunk of the trees of oak Taking along the dead leaves As the magical pipe of Pied Piper Took the mob along?   Oh! The sudden flash of light Drawing silver lines On the dark clouds above Is it reminding us of this petty world? Where joy visits rarely And disappears suddenly   Oh! The sarcastic look On the human by the sky Laughing at their thoughts and ideals Which should be flown and buried In the w...