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| Meghna Kaul |
Sitting at the chipped fence of the factory building
he looked at the billowing smoke of the chimney
six months have passed since he left his village
and mingled with the multitude rushing past
the sugar factory that sustained their lives
his tattered vest now replaced with a new shirt
a semblance of respect the mirror reflected
smouldering bidi and sipping the tea from a stall
his keen eyes moved to ever stretched fields of his village
near the banyan tree he rested on one such exhausted day
the sun streaked mildly through the leaves making patterns
at the clank of the anklet, he lifted his laboured laid drowsy eyes
Bholi clung to her slender veiled mother
placing her into his arms, she laid the food for him
the little one snuggled into his arm as he offered mother the first bite
blushing and looking around with her soft eyes, she ate the food
Oh! such tenderness touched his heart
What he would not do to make their life happy!
Shaking him from the reverie a whistle blew
a call from the verdant to the mechanical
among the noise of the running machine
the slow music of the rustling leaves moved in his heart
back home on the way to a busy market
he passed a few shops laden with green bangles
green bangles of Sawan on those tender lean hand
suddenly he saw a herd of birds soaring high in the sky
he thought of the nest that was left behind.
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