by Sonnet Mondal
Happiness screams from the straggling stairs
Through unheard footsteps, perhaps of my father.
Scribbling on black old doors locks my childhood
And will bolt them in their chest forever.
Curriculum of silence enjoys freedom chaining
The mighty pillars as if paralysed old men of the house
Sitting without knowing to demand care.
Tears are priceless here for broken plasters
Never demand money and dead relatives
Never wait for watery eyes.
My mud dolls, they too linger for another child
And I am just like a visitor now;
I don’t realise responsibilities for mute.
The horse stable hosts wandering cows now
And the walls a myriad of lizards.
Sporadic appearances will never cure it;
Rains and summer neglects it,
Leave it in the fate of its shadows.
Nature has appointed the trees to blow in vacuum,
Empty the souls trapped in it and then swallow
It in its roots...
I will be just a visitor,
For if I climb again to the roof to hear
Those ‘bauls’ singing raucously in the distant fields
Then,
I will jump to death from the roof in the lap of nature.
I will exist and rub off from mother earth with a paradox.
Baul: A musical and religious sect singing with a typical high pitched voice.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Sonnet Mondal is an internationally renowned, widely read and acknowledged Indian English poet who has authored seven books of poetry including a translation work and has been published in over hundred international literary publications. He was awarded Poet Laureate from Bombadil Publishing in 2009, Yuvashakti Utkarsha Samman in 2009, Doctor of Literature from United Writers' Association in 2010, Azsacra International Poetry award in 2011, nominated for Pushcart Prize in 2011, included in the Dictionary of Contemporary International Poets, China and was inducted in the prestigious Significant Achievements Plaque in the museum of Bengal Engineering and Science University, Shibpur.
Last updated August 22, 2011