The Repair Poem by Pallab Chaudhury

An old wooden door
The count of quarrel between the owner and the carpenter
Is more than that of the repair

The repair work warrants diverse material…
At first, the discarded iron plate or tin foil…
A part of the body
Often gets cut- off too.
But, the repair that takes place in the mind
Is a long research work
That goes parallel and is an endless process
Giving birth to a new idea

So, the repair work knows every nook and corner
And finds a break-through

The master-door to bring about a change.


(Dated: 02-10-2018.)