A Room - Poem by Surabhi Bhattacharjee
A woman sweeps, another knitting
twenty watt bulb shine in veranda
I myself live in one
leaning against sofa
Mother keeps the kitchen, makes tea
four empty cup on a try
trickling sound of tea being poured.
The washer man and watch man
sip their tea with Lemon
country, landscape, memory, anguish
full of cancel words
and large handwriting
Outside - - - - - - - -
Wind, light, rain revolve
a heavy tree bent their necks
each leaf nurture a rain -drop
Ants are travelling by hidden routes
under the sleeping earth.
On the silver line of day
one end, sun is half way down
other side, clear moon shining high.
Two eyes dividing a single face
in my solitary rhyme.
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