Dilip Chitre

(17 September 1938 – 10 December 2009 / Gujarat / India)

At Midnight In The Bakery At The Corner - Poem by Dilip Chitre

At midnight in the bakery at the corner
While bread and butter-biscuits are being baked
I remember the Rahman of my childhood
And Asmat's sparkling eyes
Playing carom with me

At midnight in the bakery at the corner
While bread and butter-biscuits are being baked
I am boozing alone in my room
In front of me fried liver pieces gone cold in a plate
All my friends migrated to the Gulf

At midnight in the bakery at the corner
While bread and butter-biscuits are being baked
The wife of the Pathan next door enters my room
Closes the door and turns her back to me
I tell her, sister, go find someone else

When the bread develops its sponge, the smell
Of the entire building fills my nostrils.


Comments about At Midnight In The Bakery At The Corner by Dilip Chitre

  • Bronze Star - 2,397 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (4/18/2014 12:05:00 PM)

    I like this poem very much...the last 2 lines suggest a lot without revealing too much... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,604 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (4/23/2012 2:36:00 AM)

    i read until sister, when electricity was cut off last night. Then I read now, in the morning, and continue, sister, go and find someone else...Is this the hard truth that we have to live with? No comments! !
    the last two lines are full of fragrance. Well done, Dillip Chitre. Your mother should have congratulated you in heaven when you met here.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, April 13, 2012


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