To the Evening Breeze

Photographer - Tobi Brun

To the Evening Breeze

When I unbolt the terrace door,

He enters quickly, greeting me

With kisses on my cheeks and hair

As if a friend who'd longed to see

My face for countless centuries.

As night begins to blacken more

And, ray by ray, the moonlight flees,

I settle on the window chair

And grab a book. Then he comes too

And reads the tale before I do.

He loves to ring the bright wind chimes,

Flick draperies, skim by each leaf

Of our Neem tree that waits all day

For his cool touch of sweet relief.

But out of everything, he likes

The top floor's balcony. He climbs

There, chitchats with the plants, or strikes

The hanging clothes—a rare ballet

For father, ma, and me to view;

A lustre finds our lips anew.

Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents. Some of his recent works will appear in York Literary Review, Willow Review, Thimble Lit, and Modern Reformation, to name a few.