Golaka behari Acharya

Rookie - 5 Points (19-04-1962 / Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100)

Not In The Town - Poem by Golaka behari Acharya

The hanging drumstick
sways from the branch
my broken hand in the sling
feels warm;
a quill flutters and flies
I measure my body weight;
you measure yours.

A thatched house
catches fire, wind gushes
people run in
still some are careless
at the other end
enjoy cockfight
and the temple bell rings.

Evening-silence breaks
some gossip and some cry
when some others
carry the bier

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 2, 2010



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