Somewhere far on the tree cuckoo is singing,
Silently, moment halting on the bend, calling the unseen.
Kindle the lamp,douse the lamp, now these are the deeds,
And to rinse with tears, the flowers of memory, unseen.
That dream still laughing, pushes me into tears,
One is singing,one is crying, is the story of heartless unseen.
Still you have to be alone,still you have to be silent,
Come beat of heart, to those places,where stops messenger unseen.
Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan )