Poems By Sumallya Mukhopadhyay

Sumallya Mukhopadhyay is a former student of Department of English, Presidency University, Kolkata. At present, he is stuck in his life brooding what he could do next. Other than reading and writing, Sumallya is also a sports journalist. He can be reached at mukhopadhyay.sumallya@gmail.com

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A Birth Date in January

To wake up to the drizzling breeze
Handcuffing me in the closed chains of the bed,
And then the calendar said – in delight, in sore
That you stand an old man, with an engine
Rusting at twenty four.
Whispering the years of the past stood,
And one stood out of the rest
When a boy in t-shirt, khaki pant his best
Walked hand in hand with mother
To the voice in the temple, which said parables
While caring for his sacred thread.
And in a cycle we shared the ride
When father called out to the winged trees
For a photo by their side, which in a frame,
Remained a friend – resident of the sleeping town,
Receiving letters that no one read.

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