Monoranjan Thakur

A Postman's Address - Poem by Monoranjan Thakur

It is nineteen eighty seven,
In distant Kokrajhar town,
I am the young postman,
Carrying loads of love and war messages to my countrymen!
Kokrajhar is flowering with 'Baisagu' festival,
I am heartbroken due to leave refusal!
My mother cries at Jorhat town during this'bihu rongali',
Not being able to feed me, my favourite 'pitha tekeli'!
I played my 'siphung' with 'Santravali' tune
With the intention of annihilation
Of foe of human beings.
I prayed to 'Burah Bathou Maharaj'God,
For bringing sunshine of hopes
To the huts of my farmer fellows!
More production and growth of cultivation
Means a lot to end this ethnic agitation!
I have seen her first, weaving in a geloma
Then during the dance 'Bagurumba'!
On a hot summer day
She offered me 'Jou'!
I quench my thirst from this village Girl,
Silkworm'dokhna'made her cheerful
She is my butterfly so colorful!
I prayed to stars and moons
Touching the deity 'Mainao ',
Reverentially bow down to her with a vow,
To make this village girl my postal address for - Today and tomorrow!

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  • Monoranjan Thakur (1/29/2016 5:16:00 AM)

    It is dedicated to the postmen of my country in the remote corners of India (Report) Reply

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  • Soul Watcher (1/29/2016 2:42:00 AM)

    Well done Monoranjan, Thanks (Report) Reply

    Monoranjan Thakur (1/29/2016 5:07:00 AM)

    Thank you so much for your comment

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 29, 2016

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