Debasish Mishra

A Wintry Morning In The Capital - Poem by Debasish Mishra

Now the crowded city wears
A thick blanket of fog
Like an infant desperately combatting the cold
In his vulnerable bed.

The city has become
A land of blinds.
Who can imagine-
That it harboured endless traffic
Just a few hours before.

Scant showers
Arouse a strange scent of the earth
That fuels the drowsiness like poppies.

Just after some time,
Young intrepid school-going-lads,
Singing joyous songs,
Come out in the open
With the unconquerable shield of determination.

Men hurry to offices, shops open,
Temples & mosques commence their daily work.

Tricks of Nature fail again.
Laziness succumbs. Labour rules.....

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 3, 2010

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