birds flying in the air,
and
a tiny stream flowing gently,
this togetherness,

below the burning sky of mid-day, below the green unknown tree
the sun and shadow
and myself
and a butterfly,

fading foot prints
remained nothing, in the dusk alone...........

birds, stream, sky, foot prints, butterfly,
never returned......

in the elfish wind
a bottle of red wine
and a safety match.....


(c) Asoke kumar mitra, March 20, 2015 :22:50  India,Kolkata