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N O S T A L G I A
Sunil Phukan Basumatary Kokrajhar, Bodoland Assam, India

Tweet tweet a tune from nearby herb
Awakens my engulfed and slept tender soul.
With heavy downpours of the summer showers;
Here and there sprouts are growing fast all around,
A gentle touch of tresses of tulip of the turf
Mesmerized me from the nearby shrubbery.
A tuneful of tunic wild bird singing!
In search of dearest soul of the tributary.
Alas ! my home sick butterfly found melted down then
Like that of clouds of the boiling-turmoil dark sky!!
And the cuckoo of my soul got tumbled on the ground
My broken fragile wild heart searching to play
The tune of rainbow rain painting divine flute.
So for sometimes I become nostalgic again
From where my spring soul got bewitched
So much so that downright held sway
For scented and tender and virgin kiss of her
Sweet tresses on the lap of heavenly pasture

©Sunil Phukan Basumatary

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

N O S T A L G I A
Sunil Phukan Basumatary Kokrajhar, Bodoland Assam, India

Tweet tweet a tune from nearby herb
Awakens my engulfed and slept tender soul.
With heavy downpours of the summer showers;
Here and there sprouts are growing fast all around,
A gentle touch of tresses of tulip of the turf
Mesmerized me from the nearby shrubbery.
A tuneful of tunic wild bird singing!
In search of dearest soul of the tributary.
Alas ! my home sick butterfly found melted down then
Like that of clouds of the boiling-turmoil dark sky!!
And the cuckoo of my soul got tumbled on the ground
My broken fragile wild heart searching to play
The tune of rainbow rain painting divine flute.
So for sometimes I become nostalgic again
From where my spring soul got bewitched
So much so that downright held sway
For scented and tender and virgin kiss of her
Sweet tresses on the lap of heavenly pasture

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

N O S T A L G I A
Sunil Phukan Basumatary Kokrajhar, Bodoland Assam, India

Tweet tweet a tune from nearby herb
Awakens my engulfed and slept tender soul.
With heavy downpours of the summer showers;
Here and there sprouts are growing fast all around,
A gentle touch of tresses of tulip of the turf
Mesmerized me from the nearby shrubbery.
A tuneful of tunic wild bird singing!
In search of dearest soul of the tributary.
Alas ! my home sick butterfly found melted down then
Like that of clouds of the boiling-turmoil dark sky!!
And the cuckoo of my soul got tumbled on the ground
My broken fragile wild heart searching to play
The tune of rainbow rain painting divine flute.
So for sometimes I become nostalgic again
From where my spring soul got bewitched
So much so that downright held sway
For scented and tender and virgin kiss of her
Sweet tresses on the lap of heavenly pasture

©Sunil Phukan Basumatary #faraway

#faraway

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

N O S T A L G I A
Sunil Phukan Basumatary Kokrajhar, Bodoland Assam, India

Tweet tweet a tune from nearby herb
Awakens my engulfed and slept tender soul.
With heavy downpours of the summer showers;
Here and there sprouts are growing fast all around,
A gentle touch of tresses of tulip of the turf
Mesmerized me from the nearby shrubbery.
A tuneful of tunic wild bird singing!
In search of dearest soul of the tributary.
Alas ! my home sick butterfly found melted down then
Like that of clouds of the boiling-turmoil dark sky!!
And the cuckoo of my soul got tumbled on the ground
My broken fragile wild heart searching to play
The tune of rainbow rain painting divine flute.
So for sometimes I become nostalgic again
From where my spring soul got bewitched
So much so that downright held sway
For scented and tender and virgin kiss of her
Sweet tresses on the lap of heavenly pasture

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

NOSTALGIA

Tweet tweet a tune from nearby herb
Awakens my engulfed and slept tender soul.
With heavy downpours of the summer showers;
Here and there sprouts are growing fast all around,
A gentle touch of tresses of tulip of the turf
Mesmerized me from the nearby shrubbery.
A tuneful of tunic wild bird singing!
In search of dearest soul of the tributary.
Alas ! a mosaic of my homepage found melted down for it!!
Like cloud of the boiling-turmoil dark sky!!
And i got tumbled on the ground
In twirl of twitch again and again
For I am searching to play
The tune on my soul flute.
For a moment i become nostalgic!
To be there time and again
From where I becone and start the travel sick;
Without the smell of
Scented and tender kiss of her tresses.

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

THE STORM
Sunil Phukan Basumatary, Kokrajhar, Bodoland, Assam.

All of a sudden it enveloped here
shrouded in far off unknown there.

Twisted the gear of riding about
senseless moved towards where about.

Knew nothing what the nest
Dropped by rustling cloud to rest.

Still reigning its dominance
waited a while the resonance.

Forlorn sky rippling charging
destroyed everything discharging

Then a cord connected to the soul
like a miracle leading to my goal

A beam of light appeared
discarding the dark reared

Never gave in the circumstances
fighting with humane existences

To restore the lost heavenly peace
to live together each other's reach

Remembered the human civilization
handed down age to age its realization

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

THE STORM
Sunil Phukan Basumatary, Kokrajhar, Bodoland, Assam.

All of a sudden it enveloped here
shrouded in far off unknown there.

Twisted the gear of riding about
senseless moved towards where about.

Knew nothing what the nest
Dropped by rustling cloud to rest.

Still reigning its dominance
waited a while the resonance.

Forlorn sky rippling charging
destroyed everything discharging

Then a cord connected to the soul
like a miracle leading to my goal

A beam of light appeared
discarding the dark reared

Never gave in the circumstances
fighting with humane existences

To restore the lost heavenly peace
to live together each other's reach

Remembered the human civilization
handed down age to age its realization

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

THE STORM
Sunil Phukan Basumatary, Kokrajhar, Bodoland, Assam.

All of a sudden it enveloped here
shrouded in far off unknown there.

Twisted the gear of riding about
senseless moved towards where about.

Knew nothing what the nest
Dropped by rustling cloud to rest.

Still reigning its dominance
waited a while the resonance.

Forlorn sky rippling charging
destroyed everything discharging

Then a cord connected to the soul
like a miracle leading to my goal

A beam of light appeared
discarding the dark reared

Never gave in the circumstances
fighting with humane existences

To restore the lost heavenly peace
to live together each other's reach

Remembered the human civilization
handed down age to age its realization

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

THE GORE
Sunil Phukan Basumatary, Kokrajhar Bodoland, Assam

Now morning dews h've transformed into gore
Walking across them for fresh air my feet and lung soaking in it
So I do need Ganga Jal to wash blotch away

I h've to have a long journey for holy water out there
To wash my gores bathed feet and hands
But to my great surprise I h've not found holy water in the gange

The gange is now douching with sea of gores and sweats unabatedly

©Sunil Phukan Basumatary

Sunil Phukan Basumatary

THE STORM
Sunil Phukan Basumatary, Kokrajhar, Bodoland, Assam.

All of a sudden it enveloped here
shrouded in far off unknown there.

Twisted the gear of riding about
senseless moved towards where about.

Knew nothing what the nest
Dropped by rustling cloud to rest.

Still reigning its dominance
waited a while the resonance.

Forlorn sky rippling charging
destroyed everything discharging

Then a cord connected to the soul
like a miracle leading to my goal

A beam of light appeared
discarding the dark reared

Never gave in the circumstances
fighting with humane existences

To restore the lost heavenly peace
to live together each other's reach

Remembered the human civilization
handed down age to age its realization

©Sunil Phukan Basumatary

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