To My Cat

Find my peace like you have found

The hamster in the nook;

I get it not on earthly ground

Or in a holy book;

While you or it, an obeyer

To Nature’s charter be,

But ‘Unrest’, the sovran preyer,

For self joy it kills me.

Morn Song

The Bellflowers are dancing,

The patron goes to labour,

The mammy and child are plump,

Endows them the cottage spar,

The plowland’s crops enhancing

Hath God’s freshet of favour,

The gallery green with clump,

By no means, heaven be far.

When Falls A Life

When falls a life, shrivels or dies,

Near to me or apart;

My sprite joins theirs to share the cries

And the palpitating heart!

Remote or dear, I partake each–

The loudest, the largest, the small.

I grieve with the ones with lowest screech

And those with nothing at all!

But for them most, my heart is torn

Whose close-knit bosoms live in dearth,

Whose passing will make none to mourn,

Whose occupancy knows not earth.

Chit Song

I in mantle’s chest,

Starling’s in her nest,

Bees and buds abreast,

Dame’s jetting flower,

Sire’s employ’d hour,

Maid’s doughing flour,

Toddlers sweeping ground,

Rabble’s hustling sound,

Sun breaks the day,

Fresh morn in May!

Hoard Not Every Brick

Hoard not every brick and stone,

Want not ev’ry wood and fire,

They will desert thy cairn alone,

When thou art empty of desire.

Thy most rich resource is the sleep

That not on ev’ry eye doth rest,

The only wealth which thou shalt keep

When breath is seiz’d by life’s unrest.

Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.