Scenes of A Solemn Life

Two Poems
by Sunil Sharma

The bird and a baby-song

A bird chirps
In gentle tone,
On this mild wintry
Mumbai Morn,
The short-sweet notes,
Cascading in
From an open-window
Of a ugly high-rise;
The tiny voice
Reminding the
Solitary man
Of a baby’s early-morn
Song,
That filled his
Heart and hearth
With pure joy;
Now,
Sadly
Heard no more,
In an empty home,
Full of framed photos,
Audios and dusty albums.

Requiem

There were verdant hills and trees
Where healthy kids played once,
A river flowed nearby,
They ate mangoes and
Chased rabbits and hunted
Birds in the mini forest
During long vacations,
The kids swam in the river,
Slept under the trees on
Hot summer afternoons,
And returned to their village
Refreshed in the evenings;
Now—
There is no village,
No hills or trees,
A dark river flows,
Mere muddy strip,
Surrounded by gleaming
High-rises everywhere,
And lot of marble-concrete,
And an irreparable loss—
A lost childhood and soothing green.

—–

Sunil Sharma is a writer based in Mumbai, India. A college principal, he has published four books of poetry, two books of shorts and a novel in English,apart from co-editing six literary anthologies.He edits Episteme:http://www.episteme.net.in/.

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