Aindrila Polley's Confession. Poem by Subrata Ray
Aindrila Polley's Confession.
I am a simpleton woman,
Every inch an Indian one,
I never took life as a fun
But a tale of joy and sorrow,
A transient journey from
Sum of yesterdays to fading tomorrows.
My child hood was echoing green,
Parental love and care,
But there appeared sudden despair.
But lucky I am, to have someone,
My dearest Minaroj, the rising sun.
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: confessional
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5/1/2024 8:59:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a beautiful poem on motherhood and parental love and care having an impressive inscription. The way of presentation is much appreciated.