TODAY -
Yet, it returned
Akham Nilabir dhwaja *
My old house stood
By a marsh
Surrounded by the bushes,
Covered with grasses and rushes.
Thrown over it
Garbage and faeces
Sometimes death rodents.
(Washed away in torrential rains)
Disgustful! Its dwellers often camp up
On the portico of my house,
Intruded inside it.
Yet, pitiable every time
From it heard
The distress call of a frog
Grabbed by the snake.
I filled the marsh with earth,
Cut down the bushes
Built a new house
In place of the old one.
But after long
It returned to me.
Then, I preferred darkness
And silence
Listening their clatters
Wishing the bushes be there.
* Poem written by Akham Nilabir dhwaja for e-pao.net
You can contact the Poet at nilabira(at)rediffmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on April 16 2014.
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