It Was One of Those Mornings
I woke up
With a headache
In that morning with a sombre sky
With my tea cup in hand I opened the newspaper
Got struck with a front page news: Fire in Book Fair
Ah! That’s why the vapoured wisdoms and burnt poems
Have created this grim nature – to mourn their comrades death
I was excited to experience the feelings for the first time in my life
Doctors told me “there is risk, the baby may be premature”
But we didn't have any other choice than this one only
Let the baby come out to get some fresh air here
I heard the cry, Oh! My god, the baby was okay
The Sister came and called me up to see
I jumped in the air in joy -
My fatherhood
07.03.16
It is very difficult to create any shape with two stanzas. Still I have tried my level best to represent the morning sun through my piece.
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016
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