Exuberance

Early morning,
Suburban
Mumbai,
A frail boy,
Half-pants,
T-shirt,
Tiny hands,
Raised up,
Forming circles,
In the cold wind,
Outside,
His cheerless hovel,
Happy feet pattering
On the bare tar road;
Contentment,
Spontaneity,
Smile,
Missing
In nearby
Affluent homes,
Going up
And up in
The polluted sky;
The dark boy,
Untutored, and
Bereft of
Everything,
Dancing with
The gentle wind,
The road—a stage,
Passing cars— fleeting audience,
Self-absorbed,
Spirit soaring,
Despite tatters,
A true example of
Rich exuberance and pure
Joy.

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html For more details, please visit the blog: http://www.drsunilsharma.blogspot.in/

3 thoughts on “Exuberance

  1. terrestrian@gmail.com

    Good poem – flows well as always but the adjectives could be done away with, maybe?

    Please excuse me this once – Sunil sir.

    I could not resist the temptation.

    Exuberance
    Posted on February 26, 2013 by Sunil Sharma
    Early morning,
    Suburban
    Mumbai,
    A frail boy,
    Half-pants,
    T-shirt,
    Tiny hands,
    Raised up,
    Forming circles,
    In the cold wind,
    Outside,
    His hovel,
    Happy feet pattering
    On the bare tar road;
    Spontaneity,
    Smile,
    Missing
    In nearby
    Affluent homes,
    Going up
    And up in
    The polluted sky;
    The dark boy,
    Untutored, and
    Bereft of
    Everything,
    Dancing with
    The gentle wind,
    The road—a stage,
    Passing cars— fleeting audience,
    Self-absorbed,
    Spirit soaring,
    Despite tatters
    Joy.

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