The Face Poem by Capt. Manas Kumar Das

I am at Kolkata Marine club
Sitting near the window,
Look outside
Slums are in a line
silently sleeping in the early morning,
All closed doors and windows.
Found a woman comes out from her slum.
And afraid the Dogs,
But, Dugs found the fear,
All went away and disappear.
She started eating the bread
A long back stored,
Bread and she
Both Look Dry.
Again Dogs back from somewhere
and appear there,
Fear appear very clear.

One took away that bread.
She run behind and cry,
A saddest face
I ever saw and remembered.
Also remembered
The club
Kolkata and the early mornings color
The fear
The dry bread
and the hungry face and remembered.
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