Poetry: Sankha Ranjan Patra

Sankha Ranjan Patra

My Walk In The Sun

Sunsoaked streets looked at me 

Like many a meek creature

Questioning their inner queries,

And likely to cease noise

In return of immense silence .

Crowd poured into streets 

Emerging from the narrow lanes,

Houses,offices,buses and trains,

Wild in quest of own will

Of living in peace of own world.

I was like a vagabond,

Without home, without food,

Walking alone,talking to them,

I was like a companion 

Listening to sorrowful tunes.

After a while tired legs shattered 

And stopped by a huge building 

That was likely to touch heaven,

My weary thoughts broke up 

And I needed some rest.

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Setu, May 2025