Rookie - 85 Points (14th January 1962 / Balarampur Village in the District of Purulia in West Bengal.)


With our heads down
we used to make paper bags
under the stooping, hot, tiled roof
the bags used to pile up
into a small hillock

When we got tired, sometimes
mother would serve us tea with joggery
Sipping the tea, at times
ny eyes got obsured with vapour

I sam in front of my eyes
a huge mountain
as big as our inconsiderate hunger
Amd I saw
the bellies of my little siblings
shrinking day by day
like those empty paper pouches

and mother would say
Finish it quickly, my child
else the shop closes down

tr: kamalesh banerjee


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 8, 2004

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