Modern

By Sukhendu Parui

Deep-eyed, youthful weight in his arms, neo-revolutionary

Seated on the cloud comfortably drawing poems,

Maybe slowly yet we understand

Life is a game of colors

So come on,

Delete the adage-it eventually goes,

In answer, eh, You fool,

Underwear is also a dress,

To cover the wall-banyan-peepul tree-

How many calendars-picture

Native clay - decorate the floor this time,

Be it glittering plaster;

These are great thoughts :

That young man was unmindful,

At this time, the unbearable hunger-

Twisting irrefutable-

Strongly threw the leg lay,

Mother came running,

What are you doing, dear boy?

Don't you know about ‘Lakshmi's Stores’

In reply, 'What do you say, mother?

I see the steel pot and how much power it has,

The old woman is angry and surprised,

As if in disbelief say – I don’t know,

Rather I don’t understand yours.

However, in the house of worship –

the woman kneeling with the neckcloth

And folded hands.

Forgive my son, I pray for him,

Let me see as long as I live,

Dress to his choice,

At least eat healthy,

And live happily.

By Sukhendu Parui