Sunday, May 25, 2008

ASSIMILATION

Villagers carry grains and straw,
Golden oriole among green leaves,
A stir in water of the pond -
In sky's colour for a moment
Marigold's many petal layers.

All mine.

Deceived by dividing scratches
Raw red from many caustic blades
crisscrossing over th' Absolute.

Segragated ones now belong
To me for I belong to them.

( This poem is from my book One Hundred Poems)

5 comments:

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I really liked this! iF YOU DON'T MIND, i'LL AD YOU ON MY LIST ON MY BLOG.
yOU WROTE A BOOK? i DID AS WELL. :)
(I just saw that I hit the lock key -- too lazy to re-type. :)

Deva said...

I am glad you posted this in your blog. Why not post some more?

Lahari Chatterji said...

Hi Andrew, sure you can add me to your list.( but I am an irregular blogger.)

Subhadip said...

Good one. you have painted the village scenes in this poem in ur own style and expression.

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