Standstill,

Green trees all around

Of different sizes and shapes.

You cannot forget the aroma

Of sifting soil underneath.

Red ants are on a beeline

In search of eventuality.

The smoke of the traffic at a distance,

The blaring horns,

People with the mask,

The color of the unfold umbrellas

Beyond the reach of the impending raindrops.

All on a sudden

The wind lost its breath

And the blue above becomes dirty with clouds

Can any creature come and sit beside you

On this gloomy day?

You wonder in the lonely park

Pray for the next life.

Gopal Lahiri