By Shamik Banerjee

Yousmarg meadows, dressed in dew,
Tell your flowers' mottled crew,
"Welcome him as one of you,"
And here I'll gladly stay.

Butterflies, the Redstart's calls,
Rivulets and waterfalls,
Conifers, and white-ridged walls
Will greet me night and day.

If you can, among your blooms,
Make for me a little room,
It will save me from the gloom
That laps the worldly bay.

Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents. His poems have been published by The Society of Classical Poets, Sparks of Calliope, The Hypertexts, Snakeskin, Ink Sweat & Tears, and Autumn Sky Daily, among others.

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