A Divine Image

The city lies in a disquiet slumber

Jolted out of sleep

By shattering gunshots

At a nearby distance.

The morning hangover

Intensifies to a seizure

With tasteless tea and

Petrifying newspapers.

At the mall a little girl

With fluorescent eyes

Grasping mommy’s little finger

With a chocolate-cream hand

Is little no more.

And across green fields rushing past

Trains chugging in a

Daily monotonous harmony

Are dissembled in a second by a bored adult child

Seeking thriftless gains.

Life is wondrous

With surprises and starts

Man assuming gigantic proportions

To create, and to destroy.

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

2 thoughts on “A Divine Image

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Besides being personally delighted that I’ve encountered a poet who as it were seems to be mining the same material,in a general sense,and that is always pleasing;the (with tongue firmly in cheek,ok) observation is, hasn’t Roger Waters noticed someone hacking into his wrting files?

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  2. Madhumita Ghosh

    I really like that, Louis! So other than being a professor and a poet, I am into more serious and technical work now! Elated knowing my poem reminds you of the greatest songwriter of our time! I take that as a huge compliment!

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