Dour Days Poem by VIJAY KUMAR ROY

Descending from the zigzag alleys of hills
In torn lower-heeled sandals
Getting disturbed by sharp stones and copses
She sighs of relief approaching the ground.

In tattered skirt and tired look,
Back occupied by her undernourished baby
And hands by firewood and umbrella,
Looking at a foreigner of white complexion she slows her steps.

The baby realizes the presence of a stranger
And smiles peeping through his uncomfortable covering
And vanishes with his mother
Enlightening the stranger with the strife of dour days…

(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'Dour Days.' Realm of Beauty and Truth. Authorspress,2016, p.68.)