Paddy - Poem by CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR
Someday, all of a sudden
used to arrive, Sujoy
the son of a small landlord
- plain and simple, a bit dull.
Was a good friend of mine and
this friendship of unequals
my mother used to borrow
some biscuits and spicy grams
from Giridhari's shop.
My elder sister used to cover up
the huge pile of paper bags
with torn sarees or whatever came handy.
And chewing the biscuits
in front of the greedy eyes
of my poor little siblings
he would suddenly speak out ~
'What is in that heap? Paddy? ?
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