Basking in the Winter-Sun

Far far away from city’ s heart

I move in the misty morn

And bask in the pearls

Beside a roadside mango grove.

There is ramshackled a tea shop

Tea I sip , and sit and lol

And look at the old faces ,

Old street with me basking too

In the silky sun.

Memories smoke and my

Tears glint like diamonds.

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About Sid

Abu Siddik is an Assistant Professor in English at Plassey College, Nadia,West Bengal. He is a bilingual author, editor, critic, poet, and storyteller and has been published in India and abroad. He has three critical books: Representation of the Marginalized in Indian Writings in English (Falakata College Cell, 2015), Misfit Parents in Faulkner’s Select Texts (Authorspress, 2015), Banglar Musolman (Sopan, 2018), and two books of poems: Whispering Echoes (Authorspress, 2020), Rugged Terrain (Authorspress, 2020). For more please visit him at

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