Theme: Life


by Kausik Bhaduri
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Ceaselessly there blows the wind.
Everything is veiled in monsoon cloud.
For last days of three
The sun is sparsely visible.

There stands my Mejo-Ma by the casement
Hardly survived since her spouse’s demise.
That was a year and four of months,
Was shaded in monsoon and monsoon alone.

That one year and four months,
None of winter, summer or autumn emerged.
Mejo-Ma used to stand at the window and see.
What did she see after all?

Her hubby crawling in soggy fields, bound towards,
Whole body wet.
Because at the peak of agony
He had to crawl in death bed
In a posture front-down.


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Comments on this Poem

Comment An admirable write.

29-Aug-2014 10:13 AM

Comment @Dr. Rajesh. Sorry! i am not the person you are searching for, any way!.

kausik bhaduri
12-May-2013 22:51 PM

Comment Sir,
I a you am searching for kausik Bhaduri son of late Amarnath Bhaduri,
old adress is 43/g,ultadanga road,kolkata-700004.
if you are the same person i am searching for plese MAIL ME
i am your next door neighbour rajesh- in calcutta, your building at halder bagan & my building was close to each other,
we used to play jointly in our childhood-
if you are not the same person i am searching for please forgive me to trouble you sir

Dr. Rajesh Kumar Sharma
12-May-2013 01:50 AM

Comment Rupradha i feel happy that my poem could touch at least one reader's heart. please read on forward!

kausik bhaduri
15-Aug-2012 11:59 AM

Comment very touchy!!

15-Aug-2012 07:21 AM

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