anurag chaudhary

Rookie - 60 Points (1-9-1992 / india)

One Winter Morning - Poem by anurag chaudhary

One pale winter morrow,
A man was trying to sleep draping all his quilts
Oh it was so cold and sun was so lukewarm
The unsuccessful poor man was out of all his wits.
Did I say the mattress had its share of holes?
Did I say the quilts were torn?
Did I say his wife had died last night?
Leaving him dry and alone to mourn…
Through the big parts apart of the grass roof
The sun would throw his rays on his lids
His hut was in the marketplace to make the things worse
The same marketplace where lived a widow with her five crying kids…

I wish he could have slept sound that morrow
But his only sweater was his skin
Yeah the poor old sweater of his gave way to things to come
Sun shone bright over his dead body pale, lean and thin…


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013


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