Look ,
Look towards the sky
How big it is ,
How endless it seems
How deep it means ,with the clouds in it
The glimpse of some extreme spiritual idea.
See ,
See those groups of birds
how small they look .
We thought , we are the only superior
But see ,
How free they are
How extremely they feel the feeling of joy.
Imagine ,
Imagine the roughness and toughness of their journey ,
Imagine those losses they have gone through.
Imagine , how difficult it must have been to travel these miles
But they don't seem to be angry or haughty with the fact .
The divine song they sing defines
their greatness and their gratitude towards their companion whom they lost
Regret ,
I regret for carrying those fake dumb pride of every weak achievements.
I regret for carrying the hollow anger
Loaded tears ,
Bundles of grudges ,
I regret for being a disappointed child
I regret for being another boast full dummy ,
In the generation of dummies .
I regret for not being a bird like them
Learn ,
I'll learn
Some day , one day , today , tomorrow
I'll learn ,
We will learn .
A defeated pessimist will learn
A fulfilled optimist will learn
The youth will learn
We all will learn ,
To be great like them , to greet like them , to be vast like them .
My poems will learn
To be simple like them
From the inferiors , the labelled superior,
will learn to live like them .
— Subhadeep Chattapadhay