By DEBJYOTI DAS
Harsh clapping from the streets
Caught the little girl's attention,
Peeping out of the window,
She got glimpse of three ugly women.
Wearing saree in male countenance,
Thin strip of hair above the upper lip,
Bristles of hair on chin,
Stomping down, yelling fouls harshly.
She observed them,
In the neighbour's courtyard,
Cradled the newborn,
Singing and swaying happily.
Smiling, they blessed the baby,
Predicting flourishing future,
Like the Shakespeare's weird sisters.
Brilliant!
It is a poem written beautifully in a simple language. The poet expresses the emotions he experiences in his daily life, choosing things from daily life.
Selection of the content and words of the poem is very simple and very rich…..Looking forward to have some more in near future.
Language, feeling and depth of the poem touched my heart.
Wonderful ! Keep it up!
Wounder of life
Each word, each line offers so much information and depth; One of my favourite poems.
This is an excellent poem . 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻