 7 Feb 2006 @ 11:28
And yet another poem...
IN THE DARK
Somewhere around a shadowy corner
Of a nameless street
In somebody’s backyard- grown over with nettles
Children play cricket.
I can hear their shrill voices
Wafting in the torpid, evening breeze
Throwing a challenge
To the interminable gloom of approaching dusk
Not far away, a young mother
Restrains a deprecating hand
In a sudden flood of remembrance
As she watches her children play
From behind curtains:
She dare not disturb the placid waters
The river will flood its banks anyway-
And the little children
Will learn to be afraid of the dark!
Shimanta
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