Him

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, Maharashtra, India)

Another day passes as the sun sets at Kolkata

Another day passes as the sun sets at Kolkata






I fondly remember the December Kolkata skies;
in which his hand shivered at the touch of the
tap water's shrill
as amma prepared dinner for the night
and baba listened to radio sangam
the static permeating through the winter
clad atmosphere

he washed the vessels
and the white kurta he got this
puja
has now become brown due to the wear and tear
of life's everyday work

he went on to then wipe the windows
and make the outside sight more clear
for us
at a time when his eyes were unable
to see with clarity

the huge garden outside the house
was tended with his coarse brown hands

the flowers are now withering outside

this evening i am alone at my desk;
looking for some familiar noises in the kitchen;
but all i hear is the static of baba's radio

amma told me he collapsed on the way to work
last evening at Kalighat
and now his widowed wife comes to talk to us
she cries for her unwed daughter
whose forehead reminds me of him
madhav kaka

a boudhi exclaims 'poor sunita, now what will
you do?'
and her eyes swell up with tears
i can imagine him laden with flowers
enough to cover his slim body

i miss him at days unsaid;
the familiar voices still permeating
the shrill of this weather

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Sep 20, 2011
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stunning
by: Tanuja Chatterjee

Your words are enchanting. Touches my heart and am full of emotions. Awesome Sneha!

Dec 01, 2010
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Captivated...
by: Maria Isabel C.

I have been reading your writings / creations for quite awhile now...for some reasons I am always drawn the way you choose words or tell a story. It's spelbiding!

Jun 19, 2010
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HIM
by: Eva Bell

This is a very touching tribute to HIM.
We often take people who work we employ, for granted.Your poem shows sensitivity.
Eva

Jun 18, 2010
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Hi
by: Shail Raghuvanshi

This one for the Bengali Moshaai who prefers Sneha and not some Neha!

Best,
Shail

Jun 18, 2010
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RESPECTS
by: VIMALA

Very touching

Jun 18, 2010
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hi
by: Shail Raghuvanshi

Nice one Neha. The aroma of the place is nicely captivated in your lines of verse.
Shail

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