Rookie - 85 Points (14th January 1962 / Balarampur Village in the District of Purulia in West Bengal.)

The Morning - Poem by CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

At one time
the morning rays spill on the veranda
of our small, sweet home.
Little sparrows and vilage mynahs
beat in exhileration.
Just bathed
my mother in her soaked saree
plucks flowers for puja.
Kamin Didi
holding the sweeping broom
moves towards the Kolkay tree.

At one time
the sound of local womenfolk's
rhythmic beating of rice-thresher stops.

Lying on my bed
I see and sense all these
just to fall asleep again....

After all, my entire life is
nothing but a long dark night

Comments about The Morning by CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

  • (3/17/2005 2:25:00 AM)

    This is a wonderful poem, full of morning freshness! The verses are beautifully written. well done
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  • (12/2/2004 3:34:00 AM)

    Simply beautiful, thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 1, 2004

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