Abhay Kumar

(1980 / Bihar / India)

The Old Lady - Poem by Abhay Kumar

The old lady from the faraway village,
Partly sitting, partly standing
in a visibly uncomfortable pose
holding a bunch of green stems,
Her restless eyes
watch passers-by
with hope,
may be someone will stop,
look at her green wonders
and take them home.

She has travelled from the faraway village
with a bundle of green stems
holding in her hands,
this is all she has got
to make a living,
her day would be made,
if she could sell that green bundle
and go home in peace
with a wonderful gift-
bread for her family.


Comments about The Old Lady by Abhay Kumar

  • Bronze Star - 2,382 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (7/18/2012 5:31:00 AM)

    nice poem...well written...simple and touching (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012



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