5 Minutes Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

5 Minutes

Rating: 4.8


5.00 am

mr. run-o-mill
from a mundane slumber
wakes up.
His sleepy eyes
Scan the walled curtained
Half-lit room.
He introspects
In gloom
Tucks it into his head
It’s not worthwhile
Leaving his bed
To open his window
To the same show.

5.03 am

he heard a tune
a bird’s call
that soon
turned a cacophony.
He felt tickled by the buzz.
Curtains
Rebellious no more
Yielded dollops of light.
Mr. run-o-mill
In him something stirred.
He couldn’t say what it was
He didn’t see
He just heard.

5.05 am

two-three words
came to his mind
and to his pleasant surprise
they found a few more
and formed a line
and then more and more
poured in….
that end of night
without breaking a sweat
mr. run-o-mill
by some hidden design
turned a poet.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 06 October 2014

Very well structured and composed so beautifully by a great poet like you......I liked it very much

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New ideas added in the beautiful poem and it is good.

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Loyd C Taylor Sr 16 May 2014

That's a very nice take on five minutes, well done. Loyd

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Lorraine Colon 18 July 2013

Amazing how many ideas can develop in five minutes. Very nice poem.

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Valsa George 17 July 2013

The making of a poet is beautifully described and the change that has come over! He no more is bored by run- o-mills routine chores and scenes!

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