Sunday Poem By Aneek Chatterjee
First Day
This rocking chair
was a gift from soft sunrays
This book of poems was carefully
crafted by chilly winds
I never knew that green grass
of this small lawn had
so much vibrant aroma.
& the purple bougainvillea
planted thousand years ago,
had such irresistible gravity.
I can’t leave my rocking chair
I can’t depart from my green grass
My poems pulling me back
to the chilly air
& the clear blue sky has told
all purple bougainvillea
not to allow me to say goodbye
to this happy languor …
Because it’s the first day
of the year
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