RUDRA KINSHUK

(22 MAY,1971 / BOLPUR WEST BENGAL INDIA)

Lullaby For My Child - Poem by RUDRA KINSHUK

Homecoming becomes pleasant
when I discover butterflies waiting
in the eye

Two little hands catch me like
the first shower of summer rains.

Homecoming becomes meaningful
like buds on the lowered branches
homeyard-guavatrees.

No fog in my mind,
a tortoise in the sunny breeze
moves towards a steady goal.

No competitors around,
only a slow growing-up
in the music of understanding.

RUDRA KINSHUK


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009



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