Souren Mondal

Gold Star - 31,458 Points (10th November 1991 / Chandannagar)

Ten O'clock At Chinsurah Station - Poem by Souren Mondal

In a moment,

when the shadow hangs large upon

our head,

we always forget that there are

many

who are in perpetual darkness.



And we,

with our world wrapped up

entirely around ourselves

look nowhere else but our own

Shadow



The gloom that is in us

not the dark, pathetic sinister side

of humankind

all around us...



Kids starve

and women remain in shakles,

men die everyday

and many kill


Some for money,

some maybe even for the thrill....


Do we then

look only at the moon,

pristine and white,

while the marks on it go unnoticed?


Her majesty

serves her orders

and gets served by servants,



None,

none care about

the children forced into begging

at Chinsurah station at

ten o'clock in the morning



A girl with a broken heart and

torn yellowish black frock

and a boy with bird's nest for hair



Stand before the queue at ten o'clock

in Chinsurah station,


Begging for a rupee,


The passengers are annoyed


and a blind begger, old

and haggard

yells at them



GO AWAY DON'T STEAL MY

BUSINESS



What judgement will you have

At ten o'clock in Chinsurah station? ?

Topic(s) of this poem: poverty

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Ten O'clock At Chinsurah Station by Souren Mondal

  • Valsa George (11/13/2015 6:36:00 AM)


    We live in a world of our own, never bothering to see what is happening around us! The dismal scenes of children starving, fellow men getting brutally killed, women moving around in torn clothes and torn bodies, all these we conveniently evade, just as we see only the golden sheen on moon's face and ignore the black marks there! A typical railway platform scene! (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/14/2015 7:02:00 AM)

    Yes, we turn a blind eye to such scenes effectively.. In a railway station everyone keeps running as they have a train to catch. But no one looks at the downtrodden and the poor, who are our fellow human beings.. Thank you very much for reading ma'am...

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  • Sanjukta Nag (11/5/2015 5:23:00 AM)


    The title of the poem attracted me, as it's a familiar place. And as I read the poem I got a familiar picture of my station too, which is Uttarpara. A very well knitted poem, the beginning is very deep and artistic. But the style of ending has elevated the poem to a different level GO AWAY DON'T STEAL MY BUSINESS.. this is very shocking at the same time realistic indeed. Heart touching poem. Thank you.10 (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/5/2015 6:47:00 AM)

    Thank you Sanjukta.. Indeed it's a sorry and shocking sight, but one we see almost on a regular basis....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015



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