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One afternoon

Updated: Apr 1, 2022

One listless and long afternoon

When eyelids refused to doze off,

A crow cawed in a shrill voice,

A black dog with white patches

Stealing a respite on the lap of earth.

The iron railings with straight spikes

Is colored chalky;

Few bricks by the roadside

Waiting to be assigned

For some tasks undisclosed.

The newly leveled lane

Stands empty and desolate;

A biker with a mask on

At once darts by

Leaving a trail of smoke.

A maid draped in a cotton saree

Clipping clothes at a stretch

As she wrings them for a while;

A white fleecy cat creepily searches

For food or maybe some mischief.

Chunks of paints, peeling off

Narrating worn-out tales;

Drops of newly painted windows

Still visible on sunsets

Draws my attention, as I ruminate.

Afternoons pass by in indolent ways

I mostly manage to sleep through

While sometimes wide awake

I meditate upon the workings

From my half-opened window.

#This poem has been inspired by one afternoon spent in Kolkata while I lay awake in bed. As I stared through the window, I observed these activities as they went on...

By Nandini Sengupta


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