In The Dark 1 comment

7 Feb 2006 @ 11:28, by Shimanta Bhattacharyya 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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