The Home And The World

A starched saree
Lay unfolded
In the almirah
Awaiting its turn.

The lush green pasture
Looking helplessly for the sheep
The herd in silent hunger
Graze on.

A ship sails,
The mast hoots
The king bellows
The sailor afoot.

The missing compass
In the dead of night,
Pulling away,
“Far North” is yonder
They Say.

Trust – a gentle word,
Jealous lexicon harps a war
Sombre is her eyes with tear
Broken pieces of mirror,
Lie unattended in rear.

World Through Her Eyes

About Agnivo Niyogi

Typical Aantel, reader, blogger, news addict, opinionated. Digital media enthusiast. Didi fanboi. Joy Bangla!

Posted on February 1, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Hi
    Great Blog , excellent content really loved reading
    I would love to share your blog to my friends on Google Plus and facebook.

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