Dupur Mitra

Rookie - 40 Points (21.11.1981 / Sherpur)

A Few Poems By Dupur Mitra - Poem by Dupur Mitra

Somebody have to come beside the banks of the river
He has to take up seeds scratching the beds of the river
In the evening breeze he has to sing a song in open voice
He has to control the river and get the hero
The river-damsels will come to bathe in the water
Steamers will wade through from far away land
One should bow down on the feet of the deity of unknown lands
Whole night they will wail like sirens and then fall into sleep
Newer babies of the villages on the banks of the river
somebody will remember while learning to swim
in the childhood days
Will chase the submerged rainbows and
Angry clouds from one end to another.
After crossing the avenues
The area has now developed a lot
There’s many house developed
There are shops
Educated people amassed
Foreign goods are available
Newer people are now very happy
Lots of happiness assembled here through these avenues
Only those who are older citizens of this area
They do not go to these avenues
They fear
Those who go to these avenues get lost.
One day you will know after the train leaves
the station remain deserted
The Shop-owners start chewing pan
Hawkers rest a while, sitting idly
The station master talk smiling
the River that flow beside the station
Cool breeze flow from there
The birds gather on the nearby trees
Only we, whom we call ourselves people of the station
Their heart remain unoccupied
They remained static, looked vacantly, dejected
And they pointed at the leaving train and say to their children
‘Look, there comes another one.’
When a helicopter fly past the town
Many people look up an look at it
As if they desired to fly up above the sky
They desired to become free of all hustle
One day a helicopter came flying in the sky of our remote village
Then nobody ever desired to fly in the sky
They longed for some food
To be dropped down from the window of the helicopter.
Today when mom cleans her son’s body
With soap and water
Then I recollect my boyhood days
I thought
If only all the mothers
In future years
Could clean up the bodies of all the children
Fresh, spotless and sparkling!
Make me a scare-crow in your
crop field
I want to be beside your love and caress
All through my life
And want to protect crops of your fields
So that no bizarre tricks and artifices can destroy your crops
And you can sleep at ease
Cuddling the crops.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2015

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