DILIPBHASKER MATHRA Poems

There was nothing to disavow and disarray
About that boy whose name yet dipped all
In my secluded memory to re-call for a while.
Perhaps it was my dissonance to dissuade my mind
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Wind is blowing
Over the hill
The wind is blowing
Over the bridge
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We are children
We are happy
Happy in this world
But not so happier
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My stagnant memory kept me close to the
Ambit of my village Mathra that I preferred
To call along with my name,
Which is familiar to all my friends
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Lock and key
Went to the sea
To lock a boat
On a rock
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Oh my mummy
Come here mummy
Look at those flowers
What a wonder!
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Tomy is my dear dog
Tomy is my beautiful dog
Funny funny fatty dog
I call my dog little Tomy
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Baby… baby
Sleep so well
In this smooth little cradle
Next morning
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Roam… roam
In the butter street
And steal a
Butter cake
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A for apple
B for ball
Put in a car
D for dog
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