A Glaring Afternoon Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

When one is asleep, it feels
Even the trees are asleep.

Do trees sleep in daytime?

Noon passed into afternoon;
Far away, on the teak tree
There is still sunlight.
The housewife of the township
comes down from the second floor
To the ground.
At that very moment, the shadow
of the apartment has fallen at the feet
of the block opposite.
In a half-circle pull she gathers
the clothes spread on the wall,
clutching them to her chest
finishes a little gossip
with the neighbour,
While inhaling the fragrance
At last,
takes a long breath...

In the lazy stream of life
The sparkle of afternoon: Pawan's
red bike goes
to take monthly water sample
Through the ring-road...

Oh damn, all the folded clothes
in hand slipped away...

Wo knows- whether Pawan got
To see it or not.


Traslated: 13-09-2026.












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