Poem by CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
Kamin Didi is often late to come
for her daily chores in our house.
Under her fleeting feet
she suffered watery woonds
Having walked down a long way
her queer face sweats in weariness
Sitting on the veranda
she leisurely lights a bidi
brand name 'Sudha'
Any my mother gumbles, throws curses
She gets late
in cooking the ten o'clock rice.
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