When you are there

When you are there
The sky looks blue, more blue;
When you are there
The dry grass becomes green, more green;

When you are there
The dreadful, cold desert gains warmth
and twinkles under the moonlight like a bright sword;
When you are there
My mind listens to the music of eternal spring.


Lucknow, India

Note: Translated from my Bengali poem written in 2002-03.