Good Man
When I see the jasmine-shadow on his face
Leaves of soft sun smiling in his interaction
White cloud moisturizes his accent and says
Happy you are for truly you are a good man
He is friendly with all whether rose or thorn
But he avoids the latter when they hurt him
Talking with him you will never miss the morn
But sets about a task with concentration grim
When he happily steps forward to light a flame
Inside the dark dejection diseases and disquiet
Removes a few barbs from their window frame
The birds come and tweet he is someone right
The other day when a tree got injured in a gale
I found him raising fund to transplant the same
With him the wind merrily plays in big white sail
Ask anyone they will say good man is his name
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31/10/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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