SONNET 1

It's raining,on a lone winter evening

At the small village,in a green valley.
Today sun did sleep so beautifully
On crimson cloud to wake up in morning.

I'm alone sailor,standing front the old tree,
Where thou are lying in enormous of nice death.
But thy facile win,oh! Just I can't agree
Thou left me at earth gate,is that my fate?

Now,wake up from the innocent bed of tomb.
O dear,please get up,come with love honeycomb.
I'm voyager did my voyage to an end,
God swear! From now I will not leave your hand.

Under the old tree in tomb beside you,
Yes, I will be there,forever live with you.

                                               -S. CHAKRABORTY